1. Measuring Up: Fourth And Final Part


    Date: 10/6/2017, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    his considerable cock, over and over and over and over. I teased his oozing slit, tasted his glistening precum then swirled my whole tongue around the pulsing head. My left hand grasped the shaft, pressed down onto his pubis and then the right stacked itself neatly on top. What protruded - and there was plenty - began to stretch wide my eager lips. It grazed past my gappy teeth, slid across my tongue, and pushed against the roof of my mouth. It kissed my uvula then parallel-parked between my tonsils. I gipped. He laughed. The heat-seeking hands on the shores of my hips suddenly veered inland and exploded onto their primary target. They fragmented, destroying what little was left of my self-control. Parting. Probing. Penetrating. Stroking. Slapping. Squeezing. There was no time. There was no room. No Pam, no Geoff, no debt, no job. There was only Jake and me. And pleasure. Pulsing, numbing, flowering, flowing, overpowering, waves of perfect pleasure. My head was so full of him, my cunt was so full of him, and yet there was empty space inside me, so much more space that I wanted to fill with him. I spat him out and let him go. He retrieved his hands and licked them clean. Grabbing the back of the chair, I eased a knee onto one of its plush arms. The chair moaned its approval. 'Though I was sold as a solo office chair, I believe this possibility was factored into my construction. Go for it. Give it your all. I can take it!' My other knee rose to the opposite chair arm, and I ...
    achieved a crude unsteady symmetry. We rocked, turned, almost toppled, yet somehow regained equilibrium. The stocking on my right leg inexplicably laddered from ankle to thigh. Jake's still-slippery fingers clasped my buttocks in a frenzied attempt to hold me in my perilous position. Once stable, I raised myself up till my tits pressed to his face, till his shaft split my cunt lips and caressed my clit. Impossibly, the tip tickled my belly button. 'Fuck, Jake, I can't do this. I'm not big enough.' 'Relax! You're designed for bigger things than this... Think of the size of a baby's head!' 'Honey, I will never be fucked by a baby's head!' While we laughed at the acute absurdity, he chose his moment, lifting me and lowering me at the point of optimum relaxation. With a surprised grunt and not a little pain, I took the whole of his bulbous glans inside me. He grinned. 'See? It's all downhill from here.' As if to emphasise his point, he let me go. At first there was nothing. I simply hovered there, impaled on the biggest cock I was ever likely to see. I kissed him. 'Be gentle?' He kissed me back. 'Always.' Almost imperceptibly, I started to slide. I whimpered, tensed and relaxed and whimpered some more. Gravity gave no quarter. Decimal point by decimal point, the impossible appendage penetrated me. As he buried his lovely face between my heaving tits, my legs splayed wider. Pain and pleasure, once antonymous entities, melded together, became a whole much greater than its constituent ...
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