As I resumed servicing Jason’s enormous scrotum, I was aware of the growing presence of his oversized limp penis resting on my chest. It began to awaken, like a huge monster coming out of hibernation, as its owner began to get more excited and aroused. I thought I could almost hear the blood slowly begin to course through it, stretching and thickening it to the superhuman proportions that I remembered from last weekend. I felt a thrill of satisfaction knowing I was starting to turn him on, and that the fucking I was going to get was due reward for my efforts to pleasure him. He reached down and lifted the heavy, semi-hard cock, and I released his right ball, which I had been trying to fit in my mouth. “That’s good, baby,” he said, and motioned me to stay lying down while he shifted his position. This time he straddled my tight stomach, facing me, with his heavy sack resting beneath my breasts, and his huge growing dick held in both hands. Precum had started oozing in gobs out of the swollen tip, and he lubed up the first few inches of his pole with it, which soon glistened. He grinned his signature goofy grin, which on such an impossibly hung guy again had a sinister appearance, and I felt a pang of thrilling submission that bordered on fear. Jason was once again in control, with his enormous tool now growing and hardening inch after inch in front of me. Nick wasn’t here anymore, and I was his property for the day. It was me and the master now.
“Stick out your tongue,” he said, leaning forward, and I obeyed as he put his left hand behind my head, bringing it forward, while his right hand held the middle of his penis. It was in that half-hard state when a cock is heavy and thick, yet still soft enough to bend. Jason rubbed the top four or five inches of his swelling cock over my tongue, bringing my face forward to press against the thickness of the shaft. My tongue wasn’t wide enough to cover the whole side of his thick penis at once, so I tried to turn my head and curl around his girth, but his hand behind my head held it upright. I tasted the salt of his precum, which was surprisingly sweet. Once my saliva had lubed it up, he began to slap it against my face, still holding my head tight with his other hand. Nick had begun to use that technique of slapping his semi-hard cock against my face, but with Jason it was more like getting hit with a garden hose, with a slow, powerful THWACK that struck my cheeks and waiting tongue. Hitting a girl with your huge penis is one of those acts of sexual symbolism that only some guys know how to appreciate, and only few girls have experienced. It rides the line of power and submission, where the possessor of size demonstrates its power in a non-sexual way. Being on your back, staring up at the huge dick, receiving its weight and absorbing its visual hugeness, gives you the exhilarating security of being dominated, of being controlled. As I came face to face with this impossibly massive penis, Jason seemed to drift further and further away, so that he was no longer there, but only his huge, controlling, powerful cock. |