“Are you… sure it isn’t too big?” She bit her finger in a way that was somewhere between nervous and flirty. “People usually are intimidated by how large it is..” She gently slides a hand down the length of it’s shaft to emphasize just how long and thick the seemingly out of place horse cock attached to her really is.
She starts to rub her hand up and down her shaft softly, unaware that she is still stroking it while she talks to you, or that a fat bead of precum has started dripping down off of her flared head.
“You don’t know how hard it is to- *Uhnnf* control myself… It’s so hot… so hard.. My balls are so full…I… I just need.. to cum.. Please, you have to help me!” She grabs a hold of your wrist with surprising strength and pulls you close. “I don’t care how you do it, j-just let me cum for you..”
She puts your hand on the massive equine member, you can feel the beastly tool throbbing beneath your hand. It’s almost burning hot and the pulsing is rapid and urgent. She gives you a desperate look and you have the distinct feeling that you are going to help her one way or another…
Folks seemed to love the first one and I always like writing massively endowed ladies, so I decided to continue the story! Enjoy!
Premise:Sam’s life in a high school filled with hyper hung, hyper fertile ladies continues. There’s no rest for him! Even when he tries to wash out the smell of his teacher’s balls out of his face, the big bad bully bitch of the school is after him…
Contains:Hyper Cock, Futanari, Chubby Girls, Taller Girls, Bullying, Hyper Balls, Huge Cum Shots, Ball Face Sitting
The smell was inescapable. That overpowering aroma of body and sweat lingered so heavily.
Sam hovered his hand below the soap dispenser. The machine let out a fresh droplet of foam. His fingers dove back for the sink, diluted the cleaning product with water, then splashed the foamy liquid across his face. His fingers tried so hard to rub in the suds and rid himself of his teacher’s aroma.
A paper towel dried his face. Sam took a deep breath. He could still clearly smell the mix of cum, pre, sweat, and skin he’d been baking under for the last 50 minutes. Even after all that, after his fifth attempt to clean his face and pores, he still had the same scent as Ms. Amber’s gigantic sweaty nuts.
“FUCK!” Sam yelled in frustration in the dim, empty boy’s bathroom.
These women were downright superhuman. How did they all get cocks so massive? How were they able to casually blast away pints as if it were nothing from those gargantuan arm-length cocks? How did their ball sweat and spunk flat out stain his skin like this!? He couldn’t escape the aroma of cocks, and it was making him frustratingly hard! He had enough problems with ladies taking their pent up stress out on him. He didn’t need to have an uncontrollable erection from the lingering scent of teacher nuts signaling to all of them he wanted more!
Maybe his method of cleaning was insufficient. Perhaps it was best to apply water to his face, then scrub with a soapy hand, then wash it all away? Sam had no idea, but it was at least something to try.
The high school senior cupped his hands together as the sink filled them with hot water. He splashed the liquid across his face. Eyes closed shut, he extended a hand to the soap dispenser. Liquid filled his hand. He darted it back to his face and rubbed it into…
Wait… this one wasn’t soap.
Sam felt that unmistakable sticky feeling of water-diluted semen crash against his cheeks. He had just washed his face with girl cum!
The poor femboy groaned and complained as his hands darted for paper towels. A trio of laughs started to break out to his right. He dried his face, leaving a second lady’s pheromones caking his face. His gaze darted for these mystery culprits.
They got the first move. “Hey dweeb! If you want me to cum all over your face, all you have to do is ask! Hahahahaha!”
Urgh, he should have known! Sam hated these pranksters! Why did the biggest bully in the whole school have to target him like this!?
Standing before Sam, looming over him with an extra 6 inches of height, was the meanest bitch in the whole school. Debra! How had Sam not heard her waiting for him!? She was so tall with big wide hips and thick legs guiding everything! How did she always manage to sneak in like a ghost and surprise him?
Now Sam was in for it. Debra wasn’t a typical goon like what Sam had outrun or outsmarted in high school. Debra had wit to back up her grit. She was always so snide and so confident, and her clever nature always seemed to turn around any attempted insults into inadvertent self-owns. If you pointed out how her clothes were tragically undersized, she’d threaten to beat the shit out of you and make you wear them instead. If you mocked her twintails, dyed a bright pink, for hardly looking intimidating, she’d yank your hair and force you against her nuts. Worst of all, if you poked fun at her pudgy tummy or anything to do with her weight… she got absolutely furious. Debra was an unstoppable tank, balled up into the form of a tan high school senior girl, ready to steamroll. All Sam could control now was how much of her wrath he incited.
Yet, even with her girth that could break a man’s neck with her ass cheeks, the main feature, the tank’s cannon, was shoved between those round meaty thighs. It was impossible to miss, given Debra’s belt of a micro skirt and her aversion to anything underwear. Debra’s cock was a sight to behold, tilting off at an angle, huge and long enough to mistake it as one of her legs. It was the centerpiece of such a mighty pile of women. It’s sheer thickness had earned it the title of “the jawbreaker” among the high school’s stream of gossip. Normal logic would dictate that the poor saps who got in her way and ended up with jaw problems just took one of her knockout knuckles. Rumors insisted instead she had a tendency to shove that massive python down faces until they squealed for mercy.
Debra’s balls were mature for a lady of her age, already sporting Ms. Amber’s mid-30s sized girl nuts at the mere age of 18. They were gigantic cantaloupes constantly churning fresh gametes for her perma-erect cock to sloppily leak wherever she went. Stationary it was bad enough, but her legs were contending for so much space around that area, just the simplest motions often lead to her nuts being squeezed and smashed in between her thigh meat. Walking was borderline masturbation. Running after some punk was a hands free joy ride. And, whenever she finally collided with some stupid punk dumb enough to fight back against her, it ensured her whole length was nice and ready to paint a nerd white.
Now here she was, having snuck into the bathroom with two cronies Sam didn’t even recognize. Turns out an almost always abandoned boys bathroom was effortless to sneak into with only one boy in the school. Now that Debra’s cum faucet of a cock had washed her little bitch’s face, she was ready for more.
“How’s it hanging, jizz sock?” Debra prodded. “Heard Alyssa here pranked you into getting the teacher to sit on you. Pretty great plan, huh?”
Urgh, he should have known that girl in his class was one of Debra’s goons!
Sam fought back. “It was pretty cliche. Figured you’d do something more creative than making the teacher fuck herself again.”
“Wowwww! He thinks it was CLICHE girls!” Mocked Debra, turning back to her two friends. “We got a little boy here so addicted to getting nuts in his face and cum on his bod, he can JUDGE the quality of these things!”
The trio laughed. Sam’s cheeks turned red.
Debra jumped on that tiny hint of embarrassment. “Aww c’mon now! Don’t be embarrassed! We all know you don’t like cocks that much. You’re just here to study! …Study what a REAL DICK looks like, you little shrimp clittied baby!”
More laughs. Sam got redder. His mouth couldn’t help itself but leap into action.
Mumbles. A thoroughly steamed Sam mumbled something under his breath. It was all just meant to be some personal snide remark to cool himself off before confronting his megacocked bully more wisely, but it wasn’t meant to be. As that sentence concluded, Debra’s eyes went wide. Her pupils went tiny. A big, bright, horrifying smile spread across her face. She’d heard him.
“Oh! What was that now? Can you speak up for the rest of the class?” Debra taunted.
Sam tried to avoid confrontation. It didn’t work. Debra got louder.
Debra shouted. “Hey condom bitch! Speak up! We can’t hear you when you’re gargling all that cum in your mouth!”
Debra’s friends laughed. Sam’s cheeks puffed out, as if he’d just barely stopped himself from letting everything out.
Debra pounced. “Babydick little twerp can’t get it out! Oooh, it’s so cute! Maybe when you’re a real man, you’ll have the fuckin’ BALLS to talk to my face and-”
Sam was too outraged! “I’d rather be a bit smaller down there than have a gut like yours!”
Debra and her friends paused. They couldn’t believe it. They all started to smile, just a little bit of fear in the gaze of the two spectators for this whole ordeal. They knew what came next.
“Yeah nerd. Your lunch money buys some tasty stuff. Maybe you should try it instead of constantly guzzling cum all the time.” Debra retorted.
Debra and her goons started to surround Sam. Debra thoroughly invaded Sam’s personal space, drowning out all other sights with her menacing face and sizable bust. He could feel her cock pressing against his pants.
“Trying to rag on the belly again, huh? What’ve you got against a girl with some meat on her bones? Little horny asshole here gets into a school with all girls and tries to make ‘em feel ashamed of their bodies at such a vulnerable part of their lives! What a fuckin’ loser.”
In that moment, Debra’s glare could kill.
“Well fuckface, I’m awfully happy with my body. I can nut enough in a single cumshot to knock up every girl you’ve ever had the hots for. I can drown out every little wimpy fucking wiggler in that fucking white piss you call cum with a drop of my spunk. And a growing girl like me needs a lot of energy to do that~ And she needs big fucking cheeks like these so she can crush the skulls of shrimp dicks like you under her fat. Fucking. ASS!”
POW! An iron-fisted blow launched with breakneck speed right into Sam’s gut!
Sam recoiled in pain as all the wind left his body, trying desperately to process the blow he’d just taken. He would have fallen to the floor, had Debra’s crowd not grabbed him by the shoulders to keep him propped up against the bathroom counter.
Debra’s expression turned soft. She took Sam by the chin and angled his face directly to her smirk.
“So, how about you give me that money you had for lunch and a soda at the vending machine. Then, we’ll call it even for your little insult earlier, hmm?”
Sam hesitated for a bit. He actually really did want that meal today… He looked off to the side. His answer wasn’t fast enough for Debra. She focused on things farther south to open his mouth.
“Oh hmm, it looks like our cocks are touching, Sammy-boy.” She noted.
Debra pulled away just a bit. She was still entirely too close, but now not suffocating Sam under her might, as well as leaving enough room for him to see his crotch. Indeed, Sam’s erect cock bulge in his shorts was pressing against Debra’s giant naked anaconda of a cock.
Sam could feel the bully moving. It seemed she decided her victim didn’t deserve to have pants on while she confronted them. Her hands yanked the top button off of his jeans, then pulled his pants to the floor. A clothed erection, wet at the tip from snorting cocks all day, greeted her.
The bully grew bolder. She had already fully abandoned any respect for his space, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t make him feel totally powerless. Her hands dove under that waistband. Her fingers grabbed that cock and pulled it out of its cotton prison. Her own dick drew nearer, and pressed its mighty girth against the boy’s manhood.
“Fuuuuuuck! Look at that thing!” Debra chuckled. “You’re lucky most girls with slits haven’t been spread open by a lady dick before. I think anyone who gets a taste of that cramming up their cunt will leave you pussy-free for life!”
Debra’s cronies laughed. Sam was just wallowing in a paralyzing shame, one so thick any attempt at a comeback died in his throat. He was helpless in front of his bully.
YOINK!
A sudden swift movement after all that slow burning, intimate teasing caught Sam off guard. He snapped out of that lull of smoldering humiliation to see his cash was gone. Debra’s fingers were $3 richer!
Sam looked back up at the menacing figure of muscular, chubby fear before him. She had the biggest smile on her face.
“Thanks for the payment!” Taunted Debra. “Time to enjoy your lunch~”
Debra, with the aid of her friends at Sam’s sides, picked him up off of his feet like a rag doll. Sam tried to kick away in defiance… but no! Wrong move! Just as soon as the boy had gone up, he went right back down, this time with feet off the ground and knees ready to bend. Down he went, now parked on his shins. His face was at eye level with Debra’s raging, meaty, thick and erect cock…
“No! “Stop, motherfucker!” Sam raged.
“That’s right Sammy-boy! I’m gonna fuck your mother after I cum all over your face!” Debra laughed.
Sam got too angry “Fuck off! If I put something that big in my mouth, I’ll be as fat as you!”
The trio couldn’t believe it. A little pause followed, the most ominous silence Sam had ever endured. Every single split second had him cursing his dumb internalized high school cruelty selecting another weight insult. It was time for him to pay for just about every fat joke he’d heard, let alone made, in his life.
“Ho-ly SHIT!” Debra laughed. “This is THE DUMBEST motherfucker on the planet! You’re really gonna mock a girl like that when she’s about to impregnate your throat!?”
Sam panicked. “No, Debra, no! I didn’t mean it! It was a reflex! I’m aware that body weight isn’t something to tease someone about, especially when it ccmms-tttl-grrrrgglglggl!”
Sam’s frantic apology was cut short by Debra sticking her gigantic shaft right against his lips. A push forward by Debra’s pals and his yapper was parting wide over that cockhead. His speech was quickly muffled, first by the flesh gag stifling any noise, then by the sheer volume of cockmeat filling his face.
“I WAS going to just have you lick that tip until you get a liquid lunch. Now though? Maybe a brat like you deserves something a little more solid!” Debra smirked.
Sam wanted to push back or grumble in anger, but… no! Making any noise but a rumble in his throat would involve too much flexing of his jaw. Making sound with just the few modicums of free space in his mouth was too much. Sam didn’t have that spare room, lest he flex his jaw to the point of damaging it. As silence took him over, he stared back up at the scornful lass, completely defenseless from her warth.
“You feel that?” Debra began. “You feel just how full your mouth is with all that cock in your face?”
Sam couldn’t nod to acknowledge her. He did dart his eyes down though, to see how much of that python she’d fit in his face.
Holy shit, this was barely anything past the cockhead!
Sam looked back, sweating and panicked at where this seemed to be going.
“There’s a lot left, isn’t there cum rag?” Debra continued. “Man, I have to train the cheerleaders for weeks to take it down half way without hurting them. But hey, I can go full speed with your big, fat mouth, right?
Oh fuck! Debra was really going to cram that thing as deep as it’d go! His body had taken a lot: ejaculations that felt like gut punches, hours underneath heavy lady nuts… but something thicker than his arm being shoved down his face!? That was dangerous! Sam needed an escape. He needed some sort of flattery that’d come off as sincere, anything to put a single thought of mercy into Debra’s head!
Then, he heard something. He heard a slosh, and the sound of liquid churning. An idea! Perhaps Debra might take a bit more mercy on her cock sleeve if he reminded her he could also be used as a ball massager…
Sam’s hands reached out. Debra’s allies nearly swatted them back down, but they took mercy as they noticed what exactly he was doing. His open palms reached forward and grabbed onto those gigantic girl balls, those big heavy ovals like cantaloupes hanging from Debra’s crotch. He gave them a squeeze and sunk his hands into their warmth, then kneaded and shoved them around, even rubbing them against each other as if they were flint rocks.
To Sam’s delight, Debra flinched. Her wicked, smug smile contorted just a bit, as if just a percentage of genuine glee was making its mark on her face. She took a moment to savor the stimulation. She took a deep breath as she felt her bulging nuts bask in the hands of her little plaything, ballsack blooming even more full of semen as her body readied to fire…
Sam could feel the cock threatening to sodomize his esophagus twitch and dilate in his jaw. A shot of hot, salty liquid squirted out with some speed, then steadied into an ooze out Debra’s urethra. She was pre nutting inside his mouth! Or, well, pre nutting directly into his throat. So much was sunk in his face, her cock had bypassed his mouth at this point. What mattered though was that she was absolutely into it.
“God, you want to grope my balls that badly? I thought you didn’t like dicks.” Debra scoffed.
Sam made direct eye contact with Debra as his hands continued to mash around her ballsack.
“I know what you’re doing you little pipsqueak.” Debra called out. “You’re trying to win me over enough I don’t crack you in half, huh?”
Sam’s gaze shot off to the side. He’d been caught.
“At least the little dumbass ball polisher is smart enough to know how to not get impaled on a dick.” She continued.
It seemed as though Sam might be off the hook, not that Debra had any plans on making that easy…
That smirk turned to a growl. “If I ever - EVER - hear you making fun of my weight or anyone else’s, I’m going to cram this fucking thing down your asshole face until your mouth’s a goddamn pipe to your bloated fucking condom stomach. Got it motherfucker?”
Sam tried his hardest to make a pre nut gargle in his throat that sounded like a yes.
“Make sure you got it, dumbass, because anyone with a fucking brain would have learned last time I don’t fuck around, I just fuck bitches like you. You got it? You got it you fuckwad piece of shit!? You got it you lousy little, ball-massaging, cock-sucking, cum slurping skank!?
Sam couldn’t will up another gargle like he just had. Oxygen deprivation from having this much penis violating him was making his face go blue.
“Tell me you’re fucking sorry with my cock clogging your face, asswipe!” Debra shouted.
“Mmph… Mmmrpf Sphsrrph” Sam weekly grunted, spending his last reserves of air on Debra’s wish.
Debra’s sweet smile came back. “Good~”
With dominance thoroughly established, Debra withdrew her length from Sam’s overstretched maw. A loud gasp for air filled the room as Sam’s lungs desperately scrambled to refill his body with air. Maybe such a sharp intake wasn’t a great idea. Sam could outright taste the trio’s sweaty balls in the air, somehow a perfectly distinct flavor on his tongue even after a mouthful of Debra’s cock. Oh, but who even cared? Finally, he was free of these three atrocious bullies…
Well, actually…
“Fuck! I need to nut already.” Debra complained.
“Want us to hold him steady, boss?” One of the duo still gripping Sam by the shoulders asked.
Debra shook her head. “Too boring. Where’s this fucker’s backpack?”
As Debra broke away from the others to find Sam’s belongings, the other two girls were finally too frisky to resist their own urges any longer. They piled on him. One sat on Sam’s crotch and rubbed her own sizable double-fist sized balls against his cock. The other decided to claim Sam’s face as her throne, but with a little twist. The boss would absolutely want Sam to see what she did next. So, instead of eclipsing his head in another pressure heater of lady nuts, she kept her body weight on her knees and angled herself so that only his mouth was covered by sweaty girl balls. Sam could hear the duo frotting and kissing not long after.
Then, Sam got an eyeful of Debra’s substitute revenge. She finagled his backpack’s zipper in just the perfect way to form a sizable hole into his belongings. Then… Debra plunged her cock inside it! Oh my god, she was fucking his backpack! Instinctually he shouted in rebellion, but that only got him blowing into her crony’s balls with force. He could only watch in horror as all his books, his laptop, his spare changes of clothes were all just moments away from doom.
SPLURT~!
Sam looked away. He didn’t want to even think about navigating the school with a bag full of cum right now.
Debra, noticing this, plopped the ruined, bloated, stinking, white fluid filled sack right in front of Sam’s face.
“That’s gonna be your mouth real soon.” Debra smirked. “And your ass even sooner.”
Happy belated birthday to Octoboy! As a gift, I wrote a story based on this excellent pic of his showing off a casual hyper endowed society. Enjoy!
Premise:Sydney’s off on his morning jog, expecting not a whole lot to come up during his workout. Indeed, things prove pretty typical, casually orgasming gallons out of his absolutely gigantic cock only a few times on the way.
The bright mid-morning May sun bore down on Sydney’s body as he left his apartment complex. It was humid, making everything feel substantially hotter than the thermometer read and already swelling Sydney’s pores to life. Darn. He’d really hoped it’d be a little cooler today; maybe then he wouldn’t get so sweaty. Ah, but no, today was just like any other day, with a morning exercise just like countless before. It seemed today would be just as boring and typical as any of his other runs.
Those big blue headphones of his rose to his ears and locked over his blonde hair as easily as they did yesterday. His fingers, clad in fluid-resistant workout gloves, reached for the smartband on his arm to let blair his usual peppy playlist. His sneakers kicked off his jog with all the strength he’d built up in his powerful thighs from his monotonous task, the worn soles making the same squeak they always did against the pavement…
And just as predictably, his knees started to collide with those colossal, gurgling, basketball-sized nuts of his as he began his run. His naked ballsack was sent bouncing violently in a wild jiggle, made only worse by Sydney’s locomotion bouncing and sloshing his massive boulders up and down. His monumental cock, a monolithic 4 foot-long python of dick as thick as his very waist, started bobbing off sync with the boy’s pace, twirling about like a conductor’s baton to guide this obscene display of freakishly giant crotch. Though it rarely had less than a semi-hard chub thanks to the sheer volume of blood pulsing through it, air resistance and the impact against his gonads was stirring that skyscraper of dick to legitimate arousal. Huge globs of clear, sticky pre were already jetting out of his tip and down onto the ground just a few steps into his brisk run.
Of course, something as uneventful as spraying heaps of pseudo-semen all over the sidewalk was of little concern to Sydney. He took as much note of his body deluging pints of salty liquid onto his surroundings as he did the buds of sweat on his arms. Nor did he register any of the puddles of semen he was already stepping on from the other pedestrians, the people he was running by being rained on by his body fluids, or any of the strangers spraying spunk across his own body as they went about their day. All of them were as typically normal and plaguingly boring as Sydney, without much to note of their clothes or their expressions or their perpetually leaking, furiously erect, powerfully aromatic, colossal hyper cocks.
It was another typical day in Sydney’s world, and all just a tad boring. Sydney was more than happy with his life, living comfortably with stable income and a healthy relationship, but he really did need to find something to do to spice up his life a bit. There had to be a bit more to do than just his typical running through the street without any pants on.
Those doldrum feelings only got stronger as Sydney followed his same route through the city, as his playlist changed to the third song at the same corner, as his megacock unloaded over a pint of opaque cock fluid across the naked bottom of some uncaring pedestrian in front of the same coffee shop. The semen soaked path had such little variance, Sydney almost wondered if he was having another nocturnal emission and his brain was just playing back this route on replay. No, that couldn’t be. If he was asleep, he would be leaking pre far faster just from the odor of his boyfriend’s balls.
A change to his routine did finally surface, but it was far from a welcomed one. Sydney’s sense of thirst took hold and he paused to withdraw his water bottle to sate it. His body froze and his anus spread wide into a gaping abyss, a hole thoroughly ruined by so many nights enjoying the touch of countless men. Yet, even as a pleasure center, it doubled as a pocket for a boy like him packing a missile so massive pants were never an option. His hands gripped a string and a pink object like a large singular anal bead was yanked out of his anus. Sydney popped the sanitary cap off the top, then the drinking cap. It was a water bottle, and an empty one at that.
Darn. He was always so set in his morning patterns, this little lapse was a tad surprising. The fountain at the park would have to do instead. The device went back to its state as a sex toy, then slipped back inside Syndey’s cavernous bottom. The sliding mass pressing against his huge prostate caused his dick to surge to even fuller life, drooling thick pre like a beast, dropping pattering splatters of fluid like a leaking shower head. Orgasm proper was close, and grew only more near as that shifting plastic up his bottom and his slamming knees on his sack continued on.
The park was just a jaunt across the street now. Finally some scenic viewing to accompany his run. There was just the matter of the crosswalk to get across to his trotting grounds. He kept up a stationary run as he waited, cock bobbing up and down, coating the edge of the sidewalk in goop. His balls ached as they stayed flushed full, ready to burst right there in the street. He was visibly near climax now, face far redder than anything exercise ought to cause. Neither of the other patrons by him at the crosswalk seemed to care. The boy to his left was far too busy milking his colossal milk tankards. The one on his right was too busy chatting on his phone to even care about the stranger giving him an impromptu blowjob, let alone whatever was happening in Sydney’s world.
Something was stirring within Sydney though. Something he couldn’t control was about to unleash itself. He couldn’t hold back! He just had to…
“Achoo!” Sydney blurted. Sun sneezes. The contrast between that shaded roadway and the intersection’s open sunlight had gotten to him again, as per usual.
“Achoo!” Another sneeze.
Sydney’s head reared back for the third. “Ahh… Aa.. Aaa-aaa-aaaA~!”
Just those sudden twitches of his body were enough to offset the balance of that turbulent flow raging in Sydney’s balls! That third fling of his head was totally quashed out by his whole body shivering and twitching as the unstoppable wrath of his hyper cocked orgasm demanded to wring out. He was going to nut as hard as he could, right there on the street!
“Hoo… Hrrfff…” Sydney grunted as his muscles contracted and stretched, shooting off unparalleled quantities of spunk! His urethra gaped wider than his mouth as a burst of thick, viscous cum shot like a house out of his length! Out his firepower shot right into the street, into the path of whizzing traffic! That first burst, that inaugural rope at least a gallon in volume, that rope of seemingly unending white coiling out of Syney’s blasting geyser, shot against some unknown driver’s car as if the crossing were a carwash. The impact sent cum splattering right back on him and the rest of the pedestrians!
Soon the sidewalk was steeped in semen, pouring, rushing towards the city’s many cum storm drains. There would be no trudging through ankle deep cum today, not until the holidays brought about enough cock in the street to clog the drains. Bursting absurd amounts of liquids every which way was a constant affair in this city. Even the car Sydney had haymakered with manhood had it all roll off effortlessly thanks to its specialized anti-stick coatings.
Sydney closed his eyes and savored his orgasm. It was… good. Not above average like the load he’d blown with his boyfriend in bed and not unwelcomed like the cumshot he’d punctured the elevator ceiling with this morning. It was just another blasting of cum around the same time he’d normally do it. It was enjoyable just as his run was enjoyable, but it was all still so… typical. Sydney really couldn’t escape that word today. The droning uneventfulness of nutting over cars like he was a human carwash was starting to get to him a tad longing.
The crosswalk symbol changed from a red light of a person blowing a load to a green fellow awkwardly shifting around with a third leg. The street was safe to pass. Sydney jogged ahead and briskly waded his sneakers through a mixture stream of his and anyone’s guess of cum, trotting along to the park. The impact of his testicals smashing against his knees as he paced across the street was already causing his empty ball sack to go taut once more with fluid.
Steadily he paced along the way into the scenic realms of transplanted nature of the community park. The noise of urban living melted away and the serene silence of nature took hold instead. It was a nice refresher on Sydney’s soul. It was so nice, Sydney could hear his heartbeat as it rushed to power both his lithe running physique and a several dozen pound cannon of a baby maker.
With peace, Sydney’s mind started to wander. Life had been awfully boring lately. It wasn’t anything dreadful, but perhaps a small shake up would be welcomed. He hadn’t been on vacation with his boyfriend in a long while… Perhaps that was the answer! His partner really did want to go to the ocean for their two year anniversary a while back, but things were too busy and too poorly funded back then to make the trip. Maybe now they could do that? He really would love feeling a cool sea breeze against his cock, and would adore sitting with his boyfriend with their gigaton balls touching as the sun sank below the horizon. Hmm… this did sound like a lot of fun. Perhaps Sydney would bring it up when they nuzzled cocks after his lover got back from work.
Yet, any vacations were still a long way away. Typical everyday monotony would have to be the norm for now. Sydney sighed longingly at his future plans as he snapped back to reality. The water fountain was ahead. Time for a quick refresher, and a bit of a break.
Sydney’s right hand darted for the base of his shaft while his left pulled his tanktop up as far as it’d go. He pressed his cock close to his body with his first hand as the other dragged his black tank top over his tip. Back down the garment went, pressing Sydney’s cock firmly against his chest, the thickest part of his monster veering slightly to the side of his head. There wasn’t enough room up against the wall of the shred where the water fountain sat for Sydney’s cock to actually physically fit anywhere, so heaving it up into his own clothes was his best option.
A click of a button and down his face went to rehydrate on fresh cold water. Every sip was a welcomed gulp, and the water that missed his mouth and instead splashed on his throbbing cock was a nice way to keep cool. It was a refreshing break, and one that he soon decided deserved an extra little pause against the park’s old wall to kick back a tad more.
Sydney’s naked ass and head-sized nuts pressed against the concrete structure. He was off into a slouch, staring at his massive timber log of a cock as it pulsated in the air. He had to admit, the natural bounce of his dick against his shirt didn’t feel entirely unlike his hands gliding across the beast when he masturbated. His giant length’s perpetual casual drool of clear fluids had sped up and thickened up.
Other passerbys had the same idea as Sydney. It was a bit too hot this morning not to stay put for a bit and let the sweat dry off… Or well, at least that’s what he thought that pink haired dude in a black shirt and collar was doing. Once he opened his mouth, the stranger’s intentions became a little more clear.
“Hey dude!” He greeted Sydney. “This is uhh, maybe a little sudden, but you’re pretty cute when you’re so transfixed looking at your own cock head. Are you um… single?”
Sydney smiled just a tad. “Uh, sorry dude, no. I’ve got a boyfriend.”
“Ah, darn, lucky” He winced.
A romantic relationship was off the table, but that didn’t mean the two of them still couldn’t engage in perfectly normal casual conversation. So, as one does, the pink haired stranger kept up the discussion by pressing his outrageously huge sack and his stout, incredibly thick cock against Sydney’s mighty shaft and balls and continued their discourse. Having a sudden conversation with a random guy off the street was stressful enough. Touching balls and frotting cocks together was the least that could be done to make the situation more pleasant.
“I’ve seen you running through here a couple times now. Just maybe catch me if you and your BF decide maybe a polycule’s what you’re after.” The pink haired boy continued.
“I don’t think that’s what he’s after, but I’ll letcha know if that changes.” Sydney remarked, throwing his head back to savor the delicious rub of that other colossal dick against his throbbing cock.
The pink haired boy changed the subject a tad. “You’ve got a massive one dude. I’m actually jealous. Might be able to contend in a few weeks though; I’m scheduled for some CTF treatment soon.”
“CTF treatment?” Sydney asked.
“Yeah, it’s this cool procedure they can do where like… Well, if you like having a big cock, you’ll have a huge one after that.” The acquaintance explained poorly.
Just this amount of attention was really starting to get Sydney going. He could feel his balls whirling and working as hard as they could to prep the next cannonade to burst out of his tip. Hell, he could outright hear it! The stranger could too, as a little gasp escaped his lips and a dollop of cum left his length at the loud churning of Sydney’s balls.
“Holy fuck dude, that’s so hot.” He remarked.
Sydney raised an eyebrow. C’mon now. He’d felt so many other men’s nuts kick into gear and he wasn’t a particularly loud one out of the lot. Maybe this guy didn’t get out often. Good for him on starting a run routine, at least.
Sydney leaned into their conversation a tad more. He swiveled his hips in circles, rubbing down the opposing phallus with a swirling, kneading touch. The other man moaned in delight at the contact. Sydney was a little embarrassed. Seriously dude? This flustered this easily? The people you meet on the street…
“Thanks for the compliment though, dude. Always good to know I still get people flustered.” He remarked.
The stranger didn’t respond. He was lost in his own little world, breath sharp as he lusted after that contact.
“…Dude?” A concerned Sydney prodded.
The stranger suddenly started to groan! “Ooooh sorry dude, I think I’m busting premature-rrRRR…”
SPLTTT~! With just that hint of warning, the pink-haired boy started to blow all over Sydney’s cock! That first shot launched with the force of a punch, doubtlessly powered by all the muscle packed into that sturdy hyper cock of this stranger! It barrelled right into the fattest bit of Sydney’s cock, that bulging underside where his bulging urethra made up most of the mass. The impact hurled at him with enough force, it was like he’d been spanked on his dick!
It… it was too much! Sydney was gonna blow too!
“FrnNNNN!” Labored grunting blared out Sydney’s mouth as his whole body contracted and flexed to shoot out the piping hot gallons he’d built up in his balls! His back arched, his legs bent, his head flicked back as every ounce of energy he had to unleash his orgasm! Then, finally…
“G-GGGAAAAH!” Sydney yelped as his artillery fired with force! A sticky, viscous rope of pasty white over a meter long shot out of his massively gaping cock hole and into the air! It cleanly shot over the friendly stranger, right onto the shed he’d just been drinking at!
It sounded like a brutal rainfall as it smacked against the park shed and dribbled onto the pavement below, compounded by that first blast of nut being followed up by a stream just as thick as that first blast pounding away all with the same force. Sydney couldn’t even look at the havoc his cock was causing; his eyes were too busy rolled into the back of his skull as the pleasure of his hyper climax devoted every fiber of his being towards shooting as much cum as possible. His mouth hung agape in an oval, letting out a muffled heave of bliss.
This was… Wow, this was a slightly above average climax! What a minor delight!
Spunk started crashing against Sydney’s O-face as the output from this new acquaintance started training off. No longer was his load shooting cleanly past his random frotting partner. Now it was just caking Sydney’s face in the thick aroma of hyper spunk. That drug-like hit of cum got his still erupting cock blasting away with a second wind, twitching and pulsing and…
RIP! Sydney’s cock cleaved right through his shirt! The poor stranger was knocked down onto the grass below as Sydney’s cumshot kept all its momentum past even the 30 second mark. The pink-haired boy’s own length kept spurting away as its owner fell to the floor, growing even a little stronger as the scent of Sydney’s sweaty nuts stained the air around him.
And it all just continued. This wasn’t like that boring, simple, car blinding orgasm he’d had on the way to the park. No, this was the full, unbridaled thunder of a slightly more enthusiastic orgasm! A full 60 seconds of cumming elapsed before even the first signs of slowing down materialized. Only at minute two did their dual blasts start to peter out. Both of the twinks breathed in deep, trying to replenish all that energy they’d just spent blasting body fluids.
Of course, no clean up was needed. The building they’d just bombarded with spunk had, as did most structures, a special paint job to help these frequent unexpected emissions roll off unharmed, like a soap latching onto grease. It worked just like the cum-proofing of the slightly slanted sidewalk did, allowing all that nut to flow off into the ground and provide nutrients for the grass. Even Sydney and the stranger’s clothes and skin let spunk roll off easier than water from special fabric treatment and the protective soaps they bathed with. Both of the spunk covered boys were clean as could be just from standing around.
“Hey, thanks for the fun!” The other man yelped before continuing his run.
Sydney watched him dart off. He hadn’t even gotten his name, but he was grateful for just a little something to improve his day. Perhaps he’d have to thank him again more thoroughly if he ever saw him through the park again…
Oh! Water bottle. Sydney had nearly forgotten to fill it up.
Sydney gave a flex of his bottom. His anus, distending yet again to an obscene foot in diameter, opened up like a gaping maw. His hand darted inside the orifice and soon found what it was after. Off again went the sanitary cap, then the drinking cap, as he neared the water fountain again. This time, without his shirt helping him to stop ramming his cock into the narrow area’s walls, he walked backwards into the space and let the water flow. A quick extra sip for the road and a twist of both bottle caps and his jug was packed back inside his bottom. His jog continued with him now mostly naked.
Again Sydney’s mind wandered to ways he could spice up his day a little. Sure that orgasm was nice, but really just as nice as maybe finding an extra coin left in a vending machine. He needed something really neat. He wanted to be able to fire off an actual orgasm somewhere nice with his cute boyfriend… At least the music in his headphones and the gurgle of his balls made for good noise to zone out to and think.
Sometimes high school is hard. Sometimes the ladies all around you are furiously harder. Enjoy!
Premise:Sam thought life would be easy transferring into a school with nothing but senior girls. WRONG! Everyone in the school has a huge cock, and they cum torrents from the slightest stimulation! Oh, but surely the teachers won’t be ejaculate fire hoses, right? …Right?
“Look, he’s lost in thought!” Someone behind him yelled. “That soft face is so adorable when he’s thinking!”
A different voice chimed in. “God he’s so cute I’m gonna… Hoo…OOOOoooh yeah~”
A projectile rope of cum fired off from the naked cock behind Sam. Hot white girl cum splattered against his school uniform, crashing against Sam’s body with the strength of a firm punch. He recoiled slightly from the impact, before sitting back straight in his desk. The basic, salty smell of lady sperm was already soaking deep into his shirt’s fabric.
Sam was peeved, but it was hardly anything new, and hardly the first onslaught of splooge he’d endured today. No, he’d seen at least a dozen senior girls spurt on the bus, a whole gaggle of them having a stroke orgy outside, and puddles upon puddles of sticky white lining the way to his class. This wasn’t strange at all, it was his norm! Everyone in this goddamn high school but him was a girl with an absolutely huge dick who had no reservations sucking, fucking, and masturbating in public!
What a ridiculous fucking school! All Sam wanted was an easy senior year and this whole school had jerked off and blown into his plans like a fresh jizz sock.. Why him? Why him of all people!?
…Oh, well, yeah, he had kind of made his own bed trying to see if an all girls school with a minimum entry age of 18 would accept him. And he had convinced his parents that private schools were the only option for his future. And all those counselors had warned him this was a highly experimental program for folks gifted with certain gigantic, throbbing urges. And… Well, fuck, maybe Sam had it coming to him.
Damn, he really thought he was just going to just date hotties and be the center of orgies around a bunch of desperate girls all senior year. Well, that second part was partially correct. He’d accurately gauged just how insanely, earth shatteringly horny a bunch of young adult women would be without a boy in sight. The big problem was they didn’t want to get fucked, they wanted to turn his butt into a makeshift pussy!
Sam grumbled as he recounted all that had landed him in this situation. The sound of ladies noisily fapping, trading blowjobs, or sodomizing each other rang out loudly behind him, mixed in with typical pre-class chatter.
“His hips are so wide for a boy! I’m in love!” Another girl rang out.
“I want to sniff his armpits!” A nasally lass admitted. “Look at his slutty pitties! I want to fuck his pitpussy!”
Someone clapped back. “That’s weird! I just want to fill his shoes with cum and make him walk in the-OO-OOOH CUMMING!”
Another rope of white landed against Sam’s back. Then a third, and a forth. Three friends from the center of the desks had projectile ejaculated across the room just to nut on Sam. He’d turn around and tell those bitches off for nutting all over him… but turning his face in that direction meant risking a face full of some random girl’s cumshot if she found his anger exciting.
Sam sat in his seat nervously, trying to regain his composure before the lesson. To his left, three older girls, each with dicks the size of his whole arm with condoms full as melons with cum, were trying and failing to contain their giggles. They were notorious pranksters; just this week, Sam had slurped his water bottle and tasted one of their loads instead. Who would be the victim this time? Sam had a feeling it would somehow be him, directly or indirectly, yet again…
The classroom door swung open. A cleanly dressed woman with a gray formal skirt suit stepped in with a strut. Her noisy solid black heels clacked against the classroom floor as she hurried to her own seat at the teacher’s desk, now the only one late to class.
“Good morning class!” She quickly blurted, adjusting her thick rim glasses back up her face.
She let a sprawl of paperwork out of her tote bag as some of the class gave a labored “Good morning Ms. Amber”.
She shuffled through her collection of lesson plans and assignments trying to dig out the right one. All the while, her free hand pulled her seat aside, not bothering to look down at the cushion itself.
“Alright class, today we’re going to continue our discussion on the energy pipeline our cells use.” Ms. Amber continued. “As we all know by now, ATP is a critical component to-
Ms. Amber froze. The room was almost silent, save the steadily rising giggles of Sam’s adjacent classmates. Their prank had worked flawlessly.
The whole class looked on in awe as Ms. Amber wordlessly continued her descent into her seat. Her smiling expression from before, brimming with excitement to teach about the wonders of phosphate transfer, turned sweaty, strained, and enraptured. Her sweet, tender voice descended into increasingly labored grunting. Her teeth were clenched hard together.
With the rest of her body flushed with excitement, her biggest, thickest, throbbingest feature (punch up) came to attention too! The sheer raw erotic force of whatever was overtaking Ms. Amber flushed her crotch so full of blood, her masterful tuck job had been shattered. As if springloaded, a proper third leg of a cock bulge shot up between her legs out from behind the desk, dewing wet at the tip. Still, it grew and grew! The black pantyhose wrapped member steadily continued to expand as Ms. Amber continued to sink in her seat. Her balls were now churning up fresh cum so fast from the stimulation, an audible slosh of liquid could be heard by the first row. Ms. Amber looked as if she was about to explode, every muscle in her face contorted in delight as she continued to lower farther down!
“Wow, I can’t believe she fell for the giant dildo in the seat trick again!” Overheard Sam, whispered by one of those mischief maker classmatest.
The time for simple grunting had passed. Ms. Amber was now groaning like a beast in heart as her cheeks touched the seat cushion. Her ass had been cleaved wide open, asshole clenching around an 8 inch thick, 2 foot tall phallus of prank. Her cock was now fully erect, towering like a torso-thick flesh obelisk up above the classroom. Pre was gushing at the tip, signalling the inevitable incoming explosion
Sam was scared but… hopeful. Somehow, she hadn’t ripped her ultra flexible tights and fully freed that titanic dick of hers. If she were to start hyper nutting, it’d all mostly be aimed to fall back down on her! Perhaps maybe this time, he’d get lucky and most of Ms. Amber’s hyper orgasm would be contained by her-
RIIIP! One wayward flex of Ms. Amber’s body and her mega cock sprung free! That massive fucking girl phallus crashed down. The legs of her desk splintered in strain from that mighty phallic thud. The crown of her cock was aimed squarely at Sam’s desk yet again!
Worse yet, it seemed the impact had turned that lazy flow of pre into a piss-like stream dirtying his shoes. This was it! Sam needed to get out of the way or his teacher was going to drown him in her cum!
Sam panicked. He tried to rush and get up but… No! His fellow students were having none of that!
“You’re staying right here, dweeb!” A voice looming over him shouted, pressing her hands down on Sam’s shoulders to keep him pinned.
Sam tried to pry those hands away. Another two sets of bully arms interrupted his attempt.
“Sorry tissue boy!” One of the girls said. “Ms. Amber needs to cum somewhere!”
Sam was totally helpless. His reckless leg flailing got him nowhere. With all of his escape options depleted, he looked forward again at the cock crown as big as his head twitching in glee. The pre stream was up to his shins now, and now coming out in labored bursts. It was like staring down a predator, that huge cock head flexing and reddening, making the oncoming assault an inevitability without escape.
It… It was over. Ms. Amber was going to cum!
“OOOOOOHHGGGGGMYYYYGOOOOOOODDDDDD~!!!” Ms. Amber roared! Her enormous watermelon-sized balls clenched with an ungodly amount of force to pump gallons of teacher jizz up her bloated, massive hyper cock!
In a split second, cum absolutely throttled out of her urethra, aimed squarely at Sam’s poor clean face. The blast rocketed against him, spraying thick white fluid everywhere! The bullies rushed away, of course. No sense in pinning down a nerd when a fire hose stream was going to keep him stuck to his seat!
Ms. Amber’s hyper cumshot continued on, exploding for 5… 10… 15 seconds… fuck and it wouldn’t stop! Sam could only scrunch his numb face and endure the assault as his teacher’s ejaculate soaked his entire being. He’d smell like a cum tissue for weeks!
Only after a full 30 seconds of Ms. Amber’s non-stop geyser-like eruption of cum did things even show the first sign of slowing down… not that it was any easier for Sam. The water-like blasting of fluid was winding down. Ms. Amber’s cumshot was going from turbulent to laminar. Now, instead of one big, long, uninterrupted desperate blast of semen, her love was coming out in ropes. Big, thick, sticky, heavy ropes. When the cum came in globs, that’s when Sam really started to suffer!
Thick shots of lady cum now started deluging from Ms. Amber’s gigantic length. The slower flow, still being flung at him with force, meant a more globular shape. It felt less like a fire house spray and more like cum water balloons crashing down on poor Sam! The poor boy endured the heavy fire, getting smacked by bulky liquid drops that exploded across him on impact. It was like a rain of hail firing down on him, subduing him into a cum stained state of submission!
Ms. Amber’s jizz assault continued on and on, passing the one minute threshold. The flow stayed consistent far into the second. Steadily though, the desperate, animal-like need to cum that had been painted across her face earlier had abated, replaced now with closed eyes and a serene O face as she released her ball contents all over a student. The ropes continued to fire. Growing smaller and smaller until, finally, silence.
“Oooh… Oh fuck…” Ms. Amber grunted. She took a moment to collect herself to try and overcome her post nut exhaustion to start a teaching lesson.
Ms. Amber finally stood. As she did, the big pink sex toy that she’d accidentally sat on that triggered this whole affair noisily popped out of her asshole, through the hole it’d made in her shredded tights. She turned her attention to the prank, her gigantic limp cock flinging her cum soaked lesson plans off of the table as she turned her body.
“Alright!” Ms. Amber sternly began. “Who put a whoopie dildo on my seat again?”
She looked back at the class. No one seemed interested in answering her. Sam had just wiped enough semen off of him that it looked more like a clear layer of sticky liquid than anything. The other girls in Ms. Amber’s class were busy, seemingly too turned on by Ms. Amber’s giga cumshot to think about anything else but sex. The smaller dicked ladies were already fucking eachother with their huge two foot anacondas. The truly hyper cocked gals were having their basketball nuts polished by their fellow students.
A voice eventually did peep up, though.
“It was Sam!” One of those impish girls who’d set up the scheme declared.
“What!?” Sam instantly protested.
“SAM!” Ms. Amber reacted in fury. “You know very well that you’re not supposed to let the teacher self sodomize herself! How dare you play such a nasty prank on me!”
Sam was flabbergasted. “B-but I didn’t… I-it wasn’t me! I-It was-”
“Excuses, excuses!” Ms. Amber shook her head. “I would have gone easy on you if you had simply admitted to your deeds, but this can’t go unpunished! Sam, to the seat with you!”
Sam groaned. Not again! Why did these assholes always pin their pranks on him!
For a moment, Sam thought about resisting. His face sterned up and was fully ready to blame one of those bitches who’d been giggling as Ms. Amber walked in the door. Of course, that courage was short-lived. The actual culprits took the time to catch his fleeting glance their way with an intimidating stare back. The message was clear. Squealing on them meant getting mounted in the lady’s room for twice as long today.
Sam begrudgingly complied. He rose from his seat, taking care not to slip on the semen drenched floor, and made his way to Ms. Amber’s seat. He pulled up the room’s back up chair and let his back rest on it. He let his head lay across Ms. Amber’s seat.
Ms. Amber approached her chair once more as her student got in position for discipline. She contemplated sitting down right away for a moment… but took some time to make things more comfortable. Her hyper cock extending from it’s miraculously somehow tuckable limpest form to her full grown beastly boy drowner of a shaft had ripped her tights to shreds. There wasn’t much reason to keep them on. She took the time to rip the rest of the garment off. Her freshly empty balls, still each larger than a human skull, swayed like wrecking balls as they were freed from the tight squeeze of ruined fabric. Her approach towards her seat resumed…
Sam gulped as Ms. Amber’s shadow eclipsed the light above. He could feel the air temperature rise just from the steam emanating from that titanic girl sack. He closed his eyes. She closed in.
Smooth flesh smothered Sam’s face in a damp, warm sauna. If he didn’t know any better, he would have sworn his teacher had just pressed her sizable butt against his face but… no. This was all too huge to be her ass. Ms. Amber was sitting on Sam’s face, balls first. She pressed her huge nuts against the boy’s head before sitting back on them, as if her own eggs were a comfortable cushion. She wiggled her bottom back and forth, making the final adjustments to best adjust her sitting posture.
Fifty minutes drowning under the teacher’s balls would surely teach this hooligan a lesson. It hadn’t the previous six times she’d done it, but perhaps lucky number 7 would be different.
“Now then… “ Ms. Amber resumed. “An enzyme taking in ATP is a lot like the way my balls are pressing against Sam’s face…”
As you probably all know by now, I get on fits where I get outrageously horny for women with huge cocks. It leads to things like this. Enjoy!
Premise: You’ve decided to entertain a job opening working as a servant at a mansion. Things get odd quickly as the recruiter speaks. Not only are all the servants crossdressing maids, but he has a particular fixation on their glorious Madam.
It is quite a lovely place, is it not? A gigantic mansion, a pristine lawn, a majestic view, It truly is a slice of Eden on earth. As it turns out, there are opportunities here to take shelter, walk among luxury, and make a solid amount doing so. I presume that is why you’re here today? The job opportunity?
The outfit? That is part of the job. The Madam prefers it that way. She loves mini skirts and maid wear. She especially loves them on men. Your uniform of course will be paid for, and your pay will increase accordingly to accommodate such interesting clothing. I believe you will come to enjoy it though, should you agree to the work. There is comradery to be found doing the daily squat reps to maintain figure, alongside coworkers with legs and bottoms as toned as your own.
You look more than suitable enough for the job. I would hire you now if you would like. It matters not how you enter the mansion. You will leave with the mark of the Madam staining your very soul.
Hmm? Intimidating? You want me to elaborate? Very well.
The most outstanding beauty of this mansion is not the artwork or the architecture, rest assured. No, fantastic as those may be, the most outstanding feature of this grounds is the owner. The Madam. She has a name, of course, but I hardly feel appropriate reciting it. Why should I sully the Madam’s beautiful name with my pedestrian voice? She deserves better. We are not worthy.
You seem perplexed. Heh, in truth, her beauty truly is most perplexing. Would you think it odd that I have worked here for five years, yet the image of her face is so unclear in my head? It’s true. I can see foggy details. Her gorgeous eyes, her plump lips, her wide chest that taunts my darkest desires, hips and legs that have mastered the art of a heel stomp against tile, all are delicious. Yet these are never the features I stare at addressing her. That would be an insult to the Madam. How could I ever gaze on anything but that immaculate, titanic…
Odor? Yes, that is me. Is it not a beautiful scent?
No? Tch, my, you’re quite the uncultured one. It’s a fine aroma an amateur like you could never appreciate. It requires poise to appreciate, like a fine wine.
I have been bestowed it by the Madam herself. I’ve had my clothes, skin, and being immersed in the fruits of her sweetest gift. That is the weight of her greatest feature, her most prized treasure. Her commanding, dominating,, throbbing, virile, positively godly massive cock and titanic balls!
Oh, I could wax poetic about them for hours! Just their presence is outstanding! You truly have no idea what a gigantic cock is truly like until you’re in the shadow of one. You don’t feel shock, you don’t even feel aroused at first. You feel like a deer, having seen a predator in striking distance. You freeze. You submit. You watch with unflinching eyes focused tight and a racing pulse. You observe every feature on that meter breaching monster, all with feet of lead and paralyzed limbs. You drink it in. You have that scalp-high length and those head-sized balls burned into your mind. This is all just while the Madam’s stationary.
When she rises to meet fresh meat, It’s so amazingly sweet. The way the air moves as her dick shifts, the way moisture twirls as that radiating obelisk of cock sweat rises is breathtaking. To see it stationary is one thing. To see it sway with a bounce, to see those watermelon balls galunk and gurgle like gallon jugs, oscillating with every step… It’s hypnosis. The rhythm of her shifting cock weight as her stilettos clank with every step demands total fixation. You become so fixated, you almost don’t notice the more subtle things. You barely realize that your fresh sweat is barely even your own, with the Madam’s perspirant simply redewing on your forehead. You hardly notice your sense of taste spasm and flair as that smell of ladycock invading your nose makes its true flavor known on your tongue.
I remember entering her presence for the first time as a fateful event in my life. It felt as deep a swell of emotions as marriage itself. It changes you. It breaks you down from the useless flesh you are into a being for a far higher purpose. You’re no longer human, you’re a tool. You feel the steam in the air shift and obey the gigacock causing the shifts. You hear the swirl of sperm and turn your gaze towards her majestic nutsack.
You seem in disbelief after all this detail. My, does it all sound that strange? I could prove to you I am no liar. I could bring you into her presence now and let you see her divinity. Of course, there would be no escape afterwards. Your spirit would be pinned beneath her goddess-sized nuts, just as I am.
More disbelief. Do you truly think you have the resolve to stand before the Madam and overcome temptation?
So naive. Though, you’re not the only one. I thought I had self restraint. I thought I could say no. But the Madam’s nuts… oh sweet succulence, those delicious balls. I could feel them superseding every instinct in my brain effortlessly. I could feel their odor waft towards me and strike my senses. My eyes were unflinching. My knees begged to kneel. My chest felt as if it were about to explode, racing as if I were about to kiss my soulmate for the first time! The scent was fine at first, just the hot air of steam and sweat. Then? It dug in.
There’s something about the Madam’s sweaty ballsack. The odor it radiates has a certain way of recalibrating the mind. It hijacks the sense of taste. It’s an intensity at a level the human body was never meant to process. Too long in the presence of her kingly baby makers and the odor goes from an intense aroma of damp skin to all that matters. All resistance was gone. Those defiant shouts and my plan to escape were crushed. The mental space couldn’t be spared. All my foolish head could think of were those bloated nuts. Every inch of my mind was devoted to delicious, gurgling girl balls! Sitting before her feels divine, just breathing in the air stained by her balls. To lick and kiss them directly? Heaven.
I wanted nothing more in that moment than to press my face against her scrotum and feel her claim me as her own. I was writhing in excitement. I was harder than ever before. In my moment of need, my second of total desperation, she gave me a blessing. Her legs opened. Her gargantuan balls spread against her seat in their full glory. Her finger tempted me closer with a gentle motion towards.
I approached. I obeyed like a dog. I would have ran like a beast if I could, but my body held me back. My limbs had just been stunned by that mix of fear and mad arousal. My damn sense of self preservation cautioned me to stop moving forward as the air grew so intensely steamy and hot. Every step forward was another Celsius or two towards those steaming sperm factories!
Yet, despite all my meager resistance, I made it to her radiance. I dove in. I pressed my face against her nutsack and began my life anew as my Madam’s personal ball polisher. It was the single greatest moment in my existence. It’s still going to this very minute.
A lick of those balls is not a simple thing to wash out. The oils and their pheromones are sophisticated. They burn into the tongue. It overrides every other taste, and taints it with the sweet succulence of giant lady balls. Somehow it never grows tiring. Somehow after weeks and weeks of even just a single lick pressing against a sack, it’s a dizzying delicious taste. The more it sits, the more you can make out details, like how hot the room was that specific day, or how many loads had leaked down that low after an earlier cum shot. It is a taste that when the slightest bit of focus is lent its way can lead to fervent self pleasure sessions.
And in that very first moment where I licked upon the Madam’s nuts and sealed my fate, that would have been enough. I would have been a docile, dumb maid perpetually addicted to lapping at lady balls. Yet, the Madam blessed me. She…
G-gnnngh…
I-I am sorry, I know it’s unprofessional to masturbate during a job interview b-but I must! It’s so hot! To do anything else would be a disservice to the Madam’s radiance!
She saw something more in me. She felt I could be molded, to the head of the maids as I am today. She rose up, placed my head in her seat and… G-gaaah… g-god!
S-she sat those massive orbs on my face! She marked me as her servant right then and there! She enveloped me in the total heaven of soul-staining sweaty ball musk and broke me in like a proper bitch! I can still feel her sweat in my skin to this day. I can never escape the heaven on earth she branded into my face.
A-and… And then… G-god…
She spoke! She blessed me with her sweet syrup of a voice as I stayed pinned beneath her!
“You belong to me now.” She said. “You are my servant. My maid.”
I-I couldn’t answer. I wanted to scream yes, but I was choking beneath her fat balls crushing my face! I screamed in glee. It was all nearly completely muffled.
Yet somehow she heard me. She laughed. Her giggle made my spine shiver.
“Good boy~”
God, I can hardly stand recounting it! And after that, she pressed down and wobbled her balls back and forth, pressing against my face, burning her aroma in me for all eternity. I couldn’t stop huffing them! I was so madly aroused! I was hers, and I’m hers to this day! I’m her ruined butler. I’m her total ballslut maid! I’m a nut-snorting, ball-cleaning, obedient little….
GNNNNNRGGHHH~!
OOOOH…. Ohhh… I… I’m… Pardon the sudden display of depravity. I try to keep as formal as possible during interviews. That said, to not act with primal lust recounting such a vivid memory would be a dishonor to her grace. Let us continue.
I have blown so many loads in the presence of the Madam, ejaculating just hearing the gurgle of her sperm stockades. I am aroused constantly every moment I am in her air. The other maids and I masturbate perpetually, our pumping growing faster as we swap stories of what we’ll do the next time our mistress deems us worthy enough to be pinned beneath her sack.
It is an honor to dispose of her sperm. I know no greater joy than seeing that immaculate cock that peaks past her eyes flair to its maximum size, then erupt into her special condoms. To see rubber stretched until a transparent white trash bag of her love is hanging is amazing. The Madam has lost control of herself as her cock and balls seem to still grow to this day. Just a slight shift in her seat or too tight a clench of the thighs can spur her to parsed lips and a deep, orgasmic grunt. Have you ever seen an ejaculation cross the 5 minute mark? It is a common sight in the Madam’s presence. Absurdly huge drainings of her balls are an hourly affair.
I know what you must be thinking: have I ever tasted her sperm directly? I have not. The licks of her balls where I’ve been blessed to taste the dry remnants of her loads have been divine experiences. I’m not yet ready to taste her raw output. I don’t think any human on earth can taste it and keep their sanity.
Perhaps, after all this, you view me as a dire warning. You may look at me and think me a victim of a horrible addiction. I can understand that perspective, to some extent. I’m sure others have spoken about this place, how it changes people, how it ruins them. It can be startling to see someone’s world reorient in such a brief span of time.
Yet, honestly? It’s just my courtesy as a maid saying that. Those notions are foolish. This is no terrible fate. I feel no remorse or regret. My soul is stained by the Madam’s balls. A life without Madam’s massive marbles staining every inch of my being is not a life worth living. I am happy to work. I am happy to please her. Am I an addict? Can it really be called addiction when it’s just savoring true beauty? To walk in air devoid of the smell of her ball sweat feels like choking on smog. I need it. I must live in the cock-stained oxygen of her radiance. I have tasted too much wine to ever again desire water.
You may run along now if you wish. Warn the others about the life of servitude at the Madam’s mansion. I care not. If you are too frightened of enlightenment, I shall let you stumble in ignorance.
Or… You may join me. You can enter the Madam’s bedroom and be broken. I would be honored to escort you to the Madam and let her sweaty, colossal nutsack seal your fate with its sweet kiss.
