Whitney felt the hardness of my ever-ready cock, admiring the enormous and rugged veins coursing along the immense shaft. I admired back the muscular definition of her arms as she tenderly massaged my pillar with both hands. She roughened up, accelerating her pace, her upper arm muscles tensing, her whole body heaving, her abs tightening, her big firm boobs rising. I didn’t want to lose it here and there but this fitness babe took me by surprise, so much so that I felt cum rising from my balls. Contorted with excrutiating bliss, I trembled as viscous cum rocketed out of my tip. Barney attempted to avoid it but the speed and power of that blast was too much and a thick trail of my boycream hit him square in the torso, traveling down towards his crotch, where it ended, but not after completely obscuring his 5 inch stub with a inch-thick layer of boysperm. Fortunately for him, I willed myself to stop this premature ejaculation, and he was spared from the humiliation of being covered with further rounds of my virile seed.
Realizing I had stopped, Whitney hopped onto my still convulsing shaft with the agility of a gymnast. “Pound me stud like you pounded Barbara, I’m ready for your horsecock!” she screamed while sliding along the top part of my shaft by pushing herself with her feet against my tree-trunk thighs, and pulling herself back with her arms around my waists. Her pussy was sufficiently wet with her own lube, and my still-glistening cock still coated with sufficient warm and viscous sperm to allow her to drag herself effortlessly over the whole length of my raging leviathan. While I looked down upon this super-fit petite beauty, I thought to myself that I was not going to last much longer if she kept this up. After a couple of minutes, I therefore grabbed her roughly by the waist, and proceeded to impale her in one swift motion with as many inches of forearm-thick teenage cock as possible. And I pounded her. And then some.
After miles of pussy-stretching pounding, our bodies were a glistening heap of sweaty muscles. Whitney’s little pussy had been so distorted by the giant mass of my pummeling schlong that it puffed up with red-hotness, as if bruised beyond recognition. This, in turn, gave my surging knob even more pleasurable friction with the inside walls of her overstuffed vagina. By that time, I decided to switch position and dumped the cock-craving slut on all fours, while maintaining my cock inside her at all times. Doggy-style, I had an unfettered view of my pummeling cum-cannon sliding in and out, pulling her stretched lips several inches with every brutal stroke. Not all of my immense dong managed to sneak inside, it hardly ever does, but I managed a good twelve inches, which, considering Whitney’s petite frame, was truly remarkable. That girl was so fit that she could easily contort her body to accommodate my titanic log.
“Uuhm, Shhhhhiit! So fucking BIG!” she moaned repeatedly as I continued my onslaught on her battered pussy. I increased the pace, pulling almost all the way out, until only the very tip of my cockhead was left embedded, before plunging back deep inside, leaving her breathless and panting from so much pounding. Again and again, my tireless behemoth travelled up her love canal, pushing apart her tender pussy folds like an unstoppable battering ram, while Barbara attempted to lick my dangling seedmakers, only to have her face slapped repeatedly by my super-heavy sack. Mercedes was furiously rubbing her clit, while running her free hand all over the overdeveloped musculature of my upper body.
“God, you’re so big everywhere, you muscles are HUUUGE! I can hardly believe it. You really put our little boys to shame, didn’t you, stud? Go on, show us what you’re made of, fuck that little cunt and fill her up with another load, then come and fuck me, please!”
Her words spurred me on and I felt the first tinge of a climactic outburst rising from my loins. It coursed through my cock, building in intensity, and as Whitney cried out as yet another orgasm racked her body, an urgent dose of cum raced up my sperm canal. It was propelled with tremendous velocity out of my knobhead, but crashed inevitably against the uterine back wall of an orgasming Whitney. Again, I filled up my second cum-hungry whore of the day with a single voluminous wad. However, Whitney was so muscular herself that her lower abdomen could not bloat up. Instead, the chorded muscles of her rock-hard abs expelled the upsurge of magmatic semen by sheer self-contorsion. I felt the back tide of viscous sperm sliding through every possible crevice along my veiny crank, before being unceremoniously dumped on Barbara’s upturned face. Soon, she was glazed, gargling as she vainly attempted to swallow the unending streams of boycream cascading down on her.
“Oh, you fill me up so good, I want it all over my body, quick!” demanded Whitney. I slightly released my grip on her hips and she darted forward, quickly turned on her back and waited for my next salvoes to cover her sweaty body. This I did, as several more wads erupted, landing heavily on her face and breasts, side gobs splashing on her stomach and arms. She bathed in my goo, cooing in delight as I finished my third load of the day with a powerful wad that splashed against her chin, giving her a pearly necklace containing several times more sperm than the three men’s previous combined orgasms had managed.
While Whitney continued to contort herself and massage the ounces of cream covering her body into her skin, my monumental cock remained rigidly horizontal, occasionally dripping out a thick grape-sized dollop of lube onto her upturned breasts. I basked in the aftermath of this particularly vivacious fuck session, slightly panting and sweating. Mercedes, observing the obvious hardness of my maintained erection, encircled my cockhead with her hands and slowly pulled it towards her mountainous chest. I accepted the invitation with renewed enthusiasm, letting her mammoth pillows of titflesh envelop my oversensitive rod.
“Now for the main course, stud. You won’t find better tits than those this side of the country” she argued. And I could see her point. The size of her rack was simply unnatural, especially since the two massive orbs defied gravity to sit proudly high up on her navel. Yet, they were soft and velvety, caressing my shaft with exquisite splendour.
“Look honey, his cock sticks out of my cleavage!” she exclaimed. “That could never happen with your little thing!”
Rod was fuming. “Fuck you bitch!” He paced over to us, his fists clenched. Before he could lift a finger, I grabbed his lower arm and twisted it, making him growl in pain.