As I held my tongue out to absorb the blows of his cock on my face, wetting it with each strike and trying to savor the feeling of its hot flesh so close to me, I saw that it was growing again. Last weekends memory had bounced around my head all week- Jasons impossible size, the power of its invading force, and the hungry and ravished feeling it left me with- but here, laying helplessly pinned under the weight of this incredibly hung guy, the stinging thrill of submission came back to me twofold. I remembered that this was no longer an introductory demonstration under the care of my husband, but rather re-education in sex. Jason was back to teach me more, and his size was front and center as the lesson. Inch after inch his penis straightened, stretching the thick folds of its skin over veins that began to bulge from its awesome girth. He released the back of my head and took its length in both hands, leaning back slightly and stretching his frame to hold it triumphantly over my awestruck eyes. He was straddling my stomach, but now, fully and impossibly hard in its full glory, its tip stretched well over my head. I felt compelled to say something, to grasp for some collection of words to express the truth that he was revealing to me. Its its just its so beautiful, I faltered. He almost didnt seem to hear me, but was staring dumbly at his own cock, as if it was a third person in the room, owning its own personality and will. His gaze seemed to say, I know. I cant believe it myself. It seemed to hold some kind of center of gravity as we both stared at it worshipfully. I could hardly contain myself and I reached up reverently, lustfully, to grab it. Our four hands seemed dwarfed by its enormity. He seemed to catch what I was trying to do and grabbed at the thick base of his penis, one hand right above the other. My own hands encircled it, just above his. Even with all four of our hands, several inches of the shaft and the entire awesome head was still free and uncontained. I then stretched my neck upward and reached my tongue out to lick gently, cautiously, the underside of that massive head, where thick swirls of purple skin hung down from below the base of the smooth tip. It was the most sensitive part of the penis, and I felt an overwhelming need to pay homage to this god-like structure hanging above me, to give it pleasure to the utmost of my ability, to pour all my sexual powers out here as an offering to it. Before, soft and contained in the clothing of some mortal man, this huge dick was only a tool or a concept, but here, unveiled and expanded to the extent of its potential, stretching awesomely before us, it was like a idol to be worshipped. Everything about its size radiated the undeniable thought that it was here, that it was deserving, that it could and should have anything it wished, that to walk away or resist would be some kind of sexual heresy, and all my feminine identity existed only to fall before it and surrender. I look back up at Jason, who was staring into my eyes, as if looking for something. I shivered, suddenly realizing that he was letting the effect of his size sink into me, and was waiting for my eyes to reflect the lustful realization that I was now owned by his huge dick. He didnt have to wait long. I looked back at him, fearfully, as if admitting to what he had seen. Yes, I had to submit. The undeniable power of his massive cock had broken me, and I was now ready to worship it properly. He grinned.