Some quick whispered instructions and the boys got into position as best they could. Tim did what Mark himself had done to Jason way back, before he'd done any fucking himself—it may have been only ten days ago, but it seemed like months, so much had happened since. He reached in around Mark from behind with both hands and found Junior's thick root. Damn: it was too hefty in its girth for him to encircle it in his hands; so he couldn't make a complete tourniquet. Instead he gripped the mighty beast as securely as he could, then felt for those thick veins which ran along the upper side and pressed down as hard as he could with his fingers. Damn, those veins were bigger than his fingers; he supposed they needed to be, given Junior's requirements for his blood supply. He felt Junior resist his squeeze and press hard against it; he must have got it right.
Jason was looking from the side, and saw Junior swell up another degree or two with the extra pressure from the partial tourniquet. His job was to enhance that swelling in one special area—his head. Junior's neck would be the easiest and narrowest point at which to encircle him, but it was right up at Chloe's entrance; to grab him there would rob him of movement. Two or three inches lower down Junior had almost widened out to the standard calibre he maintained all the way back to his base many inches lower down, but there were some prominent veins at that point and Jason was willing to bet that firm pressure applied to those would enhance Junior's swollen head very nicely indeed.
He reached in, carefully felt his way round the great beast, and began to squeeze, first gently, then more firmly. A groan from Mark; then a yelp of alarm from Chloe. Result! Jason peered in as best he could. He couldn't see his head, of course, but he felt Junior furiously pressing back against his grip, and what he could see confirmed what he felt—after days of almost continuous stimulation and training, Junior was bigger than ever.
It was often like that for really enormously hung guys, when they were growing. Jason remembered those times when something or other had brought Alex to the peak of excitement and to attain a bursting erection that looked and felt bigger than any he'd had before; the amazing thing was how quickly yesterday's summit became today's new standard until the next sudden gain.
Enough reminiscence; his growth, by and large, was safely over and done with. While this amazing guy was still setting new records. Time to help him. He began to shift the mighty beast, using his grip just below his neck to stir his super-swollen head against the stretched walls of Chloe's entrance. Clockwise. Anticlockwise. Up. Down. Left. Right. The great oversized head was stretched still further with its congested blood system: so, make her feel the size, make her stretch wider, make her give way to accommodate him. Then the inhuman girth of those final inches would come as less of a shock. Though from the limited view Jason had as Mark's body shifted forward and back down towards the bed—he doubted it.
Time to renew the fucking. The guys let go of Junior, Tim giving Mark a slap on the backside: 'Over to you, buddy!'
Of course they could all hear Chloe yell at Mark to come back in deep and finish the job. She didn't stop pleading with him to ram it all in, to bury Junior in to the hilt, whatever it took. Even if it half killed her. But as Karen watched the fuck resume she saw that her fiancé resolutely ignored these appeals and took complete control. He had the mastery, he owned what had to be the most spectacular pleasure machine on the planet. It was his right to deploy it, his freedom to exert its power in this fuck or any other fuck in any way he chose.
Patiently, carefully, with growing confidence and skill, Mark began to assert these rights. He thrust in a few inches and stopped. Then he began a series of short staccato jabs which despite the shallow depth of penetration were enough to drive Chloe to a frenzy, and she was dissolving round him. Then he drove forward again, inch after inch, until he was almost as deep as he had been earlier. Another series of short vicious thrusts; with so much more of him powering in and out of her, Chloe's orgasm came all the more quickly. Then he withdrew a few inches, deaf to all her protests, and repeated the process.
Be a control freak for a while. Don't let her discern any pattern at all to Junior's movements. Tease her and go on teasing her. Until her desperation for your size builds up to such a longing that she is driven crazy. Meanwhile, suppress Junior's own demands for quick resolution and make him wait. That will make him all the more ardent—all the more swollen. Just enjoy all the different sensations you can—deep fucking, shallow fucking, mid range fucking—they're a different, and all good. Yes. But deep fucking is best.
At last Junior's own needs and demands were no longer to be ignored. That's right. Wait until she has quietened down, until she has given up any attempt to tell you how to fuck, wait until the moment she least expects it. Mark was just about to unleash Junior's full power. To feel safer in doing so he supported himself on one hand while reaching down with the other to Junior's base. At the moment there must be at least a foot of shaft out in the open. But not for long! He put his hand on Junior's flank as a stop to prevent him going in all the way at the risk of injury.
OK. A little stir with Junior to mask his intentions. She mustn't have any idea what's coming. So now: IN BOY!
Oh fuck. What a fucking great lunge! Not only did that knock Chloe's breath out of her as Junior took her completely by surprise, after all the delay it was also too much for him. Junior began hissing and belching before he'd finished his stroke. And now, here he was, still discharging into the very furthest reaches of Chloe's body. But could he reach further? Mark waited for Junior to finish, felt him stiffen up, then removed his blocking hand.
Time to apply some gentle rocking pressure. Gently, back and forth a little. And side to side, let Junior probe. Let him find his own way in this sweet girl's secret places. Which would forever belong to no one else but him. As Mark wondered how many women might in the end be persuaded to reserve their own secret innermost recesses just for him, he felt Junior swell with pride. Boy he was getting a big head in more ways than one. Time to get back on the job.
Push a little, at just this angle. A little more. Yes! Junior began to sink in deeper. And deeper still. At last. Dare he put more weight behind Junior, and push him in all the way? Yes. As that last section juddered in Mark delighted in it all: the feeling of close tight compression all around his enormous glans, but also her warm body surrounding him, cosseting every inch of him all the way back to where that vast root was being deliciously but ineffectually squeezed by her overmatched entrance.
Fuck. She was coming, in great waves which seemed to be winding Junior's erection up still further. All the time she was telling him that there was no one like him, that she needed him to fuck her every day of her life. The next extra morsel of pleasure, however tiny, would send Junior over the edge. It came: Mark pushed down a little more resolutely on Chloe's mound and Junior was forced a quarter of an inch still deeper. Within seconds he was shuddering as he tried to cope with the oversized load being fired up his tube.
How to bring this fuck to an end, when Junior was still aching as if he were made of steel after his third explosion? Mark didn't like repetition, but he thought he'd make an exception today. The Tree. This time he could perhaps do it more or less on his own. He pushed himself down the bed. Great: as he had expected, the fit was so tight that Chloe came with him. Ok: Jason and Tim seemed to know what he was doing and were reaching in to help. That would be safer. His feet found the floor and now with their help and the strength of his own back muscles he was lifting Chloe up, still skewered on every inch of his cock.
Oh fuck. This felt great. He had never felt so powerful, so enormously potent. But for a moment, as he stood there letting them all admire his strength, or rather the strength of his fifth limb, Mark wondered his his life was going to go. There was no doubt he could spend twelve or sixteen hours of every day doing just this. Junior was equal to it. More than. But was he? What was his hope of a rounded, half balanced life in other respects with the insatiable demands of his terrifying penis to appease every day?
But put those thoughts aside. Just enjoy the moment. You thought you could never fuck at all. Now you have skewered no less than five women at full depth. And now Junior is bigger than ever, and you are parading around in front of a crowd of guys and girls with one of them supported just by his strength alone. They all love him. Enjoy it!
Meanwhile, Chloe had her arms around his neck and was leaning in to kiss him, all the while telling him how incredible it felt to have Junior all the way inside her. And to feel his power as he carried her around the room. As she planted her lips on his, Mark remembered that he still had one more 'student' to service tonight. Alysen. Mark grinned ruefully as Junior's immediate reaction to that thought was enough on its own to mean that she ended up planting her kiss, not on his lips, but on the end of his nose.
Jason was looking from the side, and saw Junior swell up another degree or two with the extra pressure from the partial tourniquet. His job was to enhance that swelling in one special area—his head. Junior's neck would be the easiest and narrowest point at which to encircle him, but it was right up at Chloe's entrance; to grab him there would rob him of movement. Two or three inches lower down Junior had almost widened out to the standard calibre he maintained all the way back to his base many inches lower down, but there were some prominent veins at that point and Jason was willing to bet that firm pressure applied to those would enhance Junior's swollen head very nicely indeed.
He reached in, carefully felt his way round the great beast, and began to squeeze, first gently, then more firmly. A groan from Mark; then a yelp of alarm from Chloe. Result! Jason peered in as best he could. He couldn't see his head, of course, but he felt Junior furiously pressing back against his grip, and what he could see confirmed what he felt—after days of almost continuous stimulation and training, Junior was bigger than ever.
It was often like that for really enormously hung guys, when they were growing. Jason remembered those times when something or other had brought Alex to the peak of excitement and to attain a bursting erection that looked and felt bigger than any he'd had before; the amazing thing was how quickly yesterday's summit became today's new standard until the next sudden gain.
Enough reminiscence; his growth, by and large, was safely over and done with. While this amazing guy was still setting new records. Time to help him. He began to shift the mighty beast, using his grip just below his neck to stir his super-swollen head against the stretched walls of Chloe's entrance. Clockwise. Anticlockwise. Up. Down. Left. Right. The great oversized head was stretched still further with its congested blood system: so, make her feel the size, make her stretch wider, make her give way to accommodate him. Then the inhuman girth of those final inches would come as less of a shock. Though from the limited view Jason had as Mark's body shifted forward and back down towards the bed—he doubted it.
Time to renew the fucking. The guys let go of Junior, Tim giving Mark a slap on the backside: 'Over to you, buddy!'
Of course they could all hear Chloe yell at Mark to come back in deep and finish the job. She didn't stop pleading with him to ram it all in, to bury Junior in to the hilt, whatever it took. Even if it half killed her. But as Karen watched the fuck resume she saw that her fiancé resolutely ignored these appeals and took complete control. He had the mastery, he owned what had to be the most spectacular pleasure machine on the planet. It was his right to deploy it, his freedom to exert its power in this fuck or any other fuck in any way he chose.
Patiently, carefully, with growing confidence and skill, Mark began to assert these rights. He thrust in a few inches and stopped. Then he began a series of short staccato jabs which despite the shallow depth of penetration were enough to drive Chloe to a frenzy, and she was dissolving round him. Then he drove forward again, inch after inch, until he was almost as deep as he had been earlier. Another series of short vicious thrusts; with so much more of him powering in and out of her, Chloe's orgasm came all the more quickly. Then he withdrew a few inches, deaf to all her protests, and repeated the process.
Be a control freak for a while. Don't let her discern any pattern at all to Junior's movements. Tease her and go on teasing her. Until her desperation for your size builds up to such a longing that she is driven crazy. Meanwhile, suppress Junior's own demands for quick resolution and make him wait. That will make him all the more ardent—all the more swollen. Just enjoy all the different sensations you can—deep fucking, shallow fucking, mid range fucking—they're a different, and all good. Yes. But deep fucking is best.
At last Junior's own needs and demands were no longer to be ignored. That's right. Wait until she has quietened down, until she has given up any attempt to tell you how to fuck, wait until the moment she least expects it. Mark was just about to unleash Junior's full power. To feel safer in doing so he supported himself on one hand while reaching down with the other to Junior's base. At the moment there must be at least a foot of shaft out in the open. But not for long! He put his hand on Junior's flank as a stop to prevent him going in all the way at the risk of injury.
OK. A little stir with Junior to mask his intentions. She mustn't have any idea what's coming. So now: IN BOY!
Oh fuck. What a fucking great lunge! Not only did that knock Chloe's breath out of her as Junior took her completely by surprise, after all the delay it was also too much for him. Junior began hissing and belching before he'd finished his stroke. And now, here he was, still discharging into the very furthest reaches of Chloe's body. But could he reach further? Mark waited for Junior to finish, felt him stiffen up, then removed his blocking hand.
Time to apply some gentle rocking pressure. Gently, back and forth a little. And side to side, let Junior probe. Let him find his own way in this sweet girl's secret places. Which would forever belong to no one else but him. As Mark wondered how many women might in the end be persuaded to reserve their own secret innermost recesses just for him, he felt Junior swell with pride. Boy he was getting a big head in more ways than one. Time to get back on the job.
Push a little, at just this angle. A little more. Yes! Junior began to sink in deeper. And deeper still. At last. Dare he put more weight behind Junior, and push him in all the way? Yes. As that last section juddered in Mark delighted in it all: the feeling of close tight compression all around his enormous glans, but also her warm body surrounding him, cosseting every inch of him all the way back to where that vast root was being deliciously but ineffectually squeezed by her overmatched entrance.
Fuck. She was coming, in great waves which seemed to be winding Junior's erection up still further. All the time she was telling him that there was no one like him, that she needed him to fuck her every day of her life. The next extra morsel of pleasure, however tiny, would send Junior over the edge. It came: Mark pushed down a little more resolutely on Chloe's mound and Junior was forced a quarter of an inch still deeper. Within seconds he was shuddering as he tried to cope with the oversized load being fired up his tube.
How to bring this fuck to an end, when Junior was still aching as if he were made of steel after his third explosion? Mark didn't like repetition, but he thought he'd make an exception today. The Tree. This time he could perhaps do it more or less on his own. He pushed himself down the bed. Great: as he had expected, the fit was so tight that Chloe came with him. Ok: Jason and Tim seemed to know what he was doing and were reaching in to help. That would be safer. His feet found the floor and now with their help and the strength of his own back muscles he was lifting Chloe up, still skewered on every inch of his cock.
Oh fuck. This felt great. He had never felt so powerful, so enormously potent. But for a moment, as he stood there letting them all admire his strength, or rather the strength of his fifth limb, Mark wondered his his life was going to go. There was no doubt he could spend twelve or sixteen hours of every day doing just this. Junior was equal to it. More than. But was he? What was his hope of a rounded, half balanced life in other respects with the insatiable demands of his terrifying penis to appease every day?
But put those thoughts aside. Just enjoy the moment. You thought you could never fuck at all. Now you have skewered no less than five women at full depth. And now Junior is bigger than ever, and you are parading around in front of a crowd of guys and girls with one of them supported just by his strength alone. They all love him. Enjoy it!
Meanwhile, Chloe had her arms around his neck and was leaning in to kiss him, all the while telling him how incredible it felt to have Junior all the way inside her. And to feel his power as he carried her around the room. As she planted her lips on his, Mark remembered that he still had one more 'student' to service tonight. Alysen. Mark grinned ruefully as Junior's immediate reaction to that thought was enough on its own to mean that she ended up planting her kiss, not on his lips, but on the end of his nose.
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