Sizeably Exercized

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Wrapping your head around the concept of finding a guy worthy after you’ve fucked Aaron Black is like trying to wrap your hand around his cock; it just doesn’t fit. I had changed. Not only was he on my mind all the time, but my mind was in a different place all together on men I met. I no longer listened to them when they talked, or cared if they stared at my jutting FF cup boobs, I just glanced to their crotches, and tried to determine if they were packing serious enough heat to be worth my time. But at least I have friends, and that’s nice. The girls were relentless in their search for hung studs. I secretly took to referring to them as my bone-hounds, though I’d never say it to their faces. Lying to them about why I needed big boys had its problems though. For one thing, they didn’t always want to let me verify. It was one such occasion when Tina flounced into my office. Flounce is a good word for Tina. She’s serious, business-minded, and usually dressed like a man; right down to the braless white blouse look she favors. She slammed her hands down on my desk. “Get out your list boss, I’ve got a prime stallion for your stable.” “Name?” I asked, pulling out a pad. “Greg Samson. He’s hung like a tree… with branches.” “Well we’ll have to see about that. How did you come by this info?” “First hand boss… He’s my new sex-toy.” “Can’t you just say boyfriend?” “Don’t be old fashioned! So will it help?” I sighed. “I can’t use the information unless I can confirm it. That’s a condition for me to get paid for this.” She looked crestfallen. “But… But he’s sooo big, he’d win you that fucking article for sure.” “Well if he’s yours, it can’t be helped.” I lied… “I guess the 10,000 dollar finder’s fee that I’m gonna give whoever hooks me the biggest bad boy will have to go to someone else.” That made her bite her lip, and she paused for consideration. “Boss,” She started. I looked up, feigning disinterest. “Are you still here?” I asked innocently. “Yes… well… look… can you come to my gym tonight? We’ll be there together.” “I think that can be arranged.” I purred. “Make sure he brings the right equipment?” I added. She blushed and nodded. *** There was something primal in the air at Sheen’s, the trendy late-night gym for the committed. I stalked through room after room of young and old people, filling the space with their sweat and pheromones. The environment was charged with a sexual tension so dense, you had no choice but to simply fuck almanbahis your way through it. I caught Tina upstairs; she was doing something with her quads on some machine or another. She looked up as I approached, nodding her head to a nice specimen benching. Nice doesn’t really cover it. Greg didn’t have a full head of hair, but it had receded only slightly in a way that was still cute and still brown. His arms and shoulders were massive; tensing and writhing as he lifted 250 pounds like it was ten. The rest of his body was well sculpted, though his arms stood out the most. They weren’t all that stood out. At ease, long and low in a pair of bicycle shorts, was a thick flopping apparatus that could only be a measurable manhood. I had brought tape, pressed deep into my cleavage. I was wearing just Lycra pants and one of my specially tailored sports bras, the only garments on the planet strong enough to handle the explosive force of my tits when they want to bounce. Tina was looking more then a little jealous, my gigantic gazongas dwarfed her poor C-cups, which were perfectly nice. Finally she stopped staring, and came over to sort of spot for Greg. “Greg,” she started, looking down at him, “This is Veronica Divine, she’s been wanting to meet you.” “Yes, meat.” I said, rolling the entendre from between my full lips like it was a piece of it. He looked up, and couldn’t have missed my gaze as it connected an obvious line to his low-slung undercarriage. “Well, glad to see Tina caught such a… big fish.” I said. Then I headed for my machine of choice. In case you hadn’t guessed yet, I don’t’ give a fuck about exercise, I keep fit enough on my own, but I am nothing if not tactical. The machine I chose was something for the shoulders, I don’t know how it works, but it involves spreading your arms so that your chest thrusts out. Soon I was a pulling a little weight on it like a madwoman, arching my back, testing the limits of my overloaded bra, and not taking my eyes from Greg. Greg was obviously a tit-man, because he switched up for a bunch of sit-ups, glancing my way with each effort. Tina looked at us, obviously growing more and more agitated. Finally she let out a little growl and straightened up. “Dammit, I can’t take it any more.” She pulled on Greg by his ear, forcing him to stand with alacrity. “Let’s just get this out in the open.” She tugged on him, got behind him, and pushed him in front of me. I just sat on the machine, almanbahis yeni giriş feigning perplexment. “If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it together.” She declared, giving his shorts a sudden downward tug. HOOF! The air escaped my lips with shock. Out had flopped a doozy of a dong. It was uncut, thick, and long. It swung like a pendulum for a few moments before settling far down his thighs. Tina reached around him and caressed his chest, then brought her hands down to his crotch. “What’s this about?!” Said a shocked, Greg, “I was only looking, I’m sorry!” “This is about your cock. Veronica needs to confirm how big it is and then we’ll see what happens from there.” “O….K….” Greg said, slowly as he right hand lifted his oversized organ, and her left hand snaked between his leg to grope at big egg-sized jizz-glands. I sunk a hand between my tits and brought out the tape measure. She held his thick shaft for me. “Six inches…” I read… “Soft though. Can we harden him up?” “You can,” Said Greg, his voice cracking as lost himself in my deep, plunging valley. “With pleasure.” I said, smacking my lips and descending to his cock. I let my lips do the work at first, moistening them with an occasional lick, then rubbing them, pursed, all over his drooping shaft. As Tina pulled back and started to strip, I took care to continue easing the weight of his eggs in my palms, pumping them slightly up and down while I drooled all over his gorgeous gargantuan Goliath. While I sucked and slurped on his head, she slid up and under him to let her face take the place of my hands. Her effort was noble as she worked hard to pop just one ball into her mouth, but he was just too much man for her. She whimpered a little as she licked his rough scrotum, clearly overwhelmed by the sheer masculinity of him. I redoubled my efforts on his re-doubling cock, bobbing deep long strokes on hardening shaft. Since becoming such an abysmal size-slut, I had started to wonder about deep-throating, and it was this night that I learned how. On one of his up-thrusts I was coming down, and then suddenly, there I was, a throat-full of shaft. My eyes watered and I choked a second on its pulsing perimeter, but then I relaxed, and just held. Tina’s face pulled back, and she tugged his balls down, clearly showing he enjoyed a little roughness, and planted her tongue on the underside of his shaft that still protruded from my mouth. I began to swallow on his beef-log, almanbahis giriş rolling my throat hard all over it. He groaned loud and put his hands on my head. “Hey!” Ordered Tina, holding his left nut in a threatening grip, “Let her up!” I pulled up, finally remembering I had to breathe, and gasped for air as a mix of precum and saliva poured from between my big red lips. She pulled her head to my level, fixing her gaze on the now-glistening shaft. The foreskin had pulled back to reveal a juicy head that was just gushing out cream. “Not bad, Boss,” She said respectfully, “But I can do better. Watch and learn.” Her jaw almost seemed to unhinge as she descended down the towering pole, swallowing as inch after inch of thick cock as the meat pile-drove into her throat. I whistled appreciatively, then took those puckered lips and pressed them to his bulging, ball-bag. With a wicked cackle I did something she could not, and consumed one whole hanger between my soft lips. I must have made it look appealing, because she began to pull off of him fast as I slurped in the other titanic teste. “Let me try!” She begged, taking his left seed-maker in hand and tugging it greedily for her mouth. She sucked and sucked, but just couldn’t seem to vacuum his man-butter maker all the way in. With a throat laugh I approached from the backside of the colossal cum orb, and swallowed the other hemisphere. Our lips met in the center around the delicate dangler, and we sort of kissed. Then it was a game of tonsil-football, each of us taking turns pushing the huge oval a little further into the other’s mouth. Gradually I worked the ball into her smaller mouth, twining my hands with hers to wrap around his pointing prong so it wouldn’t feel totally neglected. Finally her eyes widened as she realized she not only had his entire giant plum in her mouth, but was sucking the tip of my tongue in as well. Her eyes did what her lips could not, and smiled around the fuck-fruit. I returned to his other teste, and the two of us caressed his cock while we shared a moment, closing our eyes and just basked in the basting of his balls. I reluctantly pulled from mine with a “POP” and, kissed her on the cheek. “Practice.” I said, and then returned my head to his head, and started to work out my throat. This was about exercise, right? I descended down the shaft, working inch after inch within me. Greg it almost seemed had just melted into a being of pure pleasure. With his girlfriend treating his balls to the sucking of a lifetime, and her boss gagging on his cock, I could see why. Well I’d humble him by taking it all yet… I coughed and sputtered, spewing cum down his shaft and right onto Tina’s forehead.

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