Then it was all happening too fast. He leaned sharply forward, placing his two hands on either side of my head, while his short legs found mine and quickly pinned them apart at the knees, exposing my dripping pussy to his body. I briefly felt his huge, heavy scrotum brush downward off my stomach, and there was a space there for a moment, a split second of time as I realized with a shock what was about to happen. Jason lifted his ass clumsily as he aligned the head of his throbbing penis over the entrance to my cunt. I had only time to brace myself by grabbing for his torso before his ass plunged downward, driving that awesome, oversized cock into my body. “AHH! Oh god!” I screamed and looked upward as again the invasion, the painful ecstasy I remembered flushed over me. Deeper and deeper he drove his thick pole into me, and in a matter of seconds it was already halfway in and thrusting, the massive column digging and retreating, digging and retreating, each time pulling out wet with a new inch of conquest from my shivering pussy stretched helplessly around it. But mixed with it there was a new feeling, a new kind of power I was falling victim to for the first time. I looked up at Jason and quickly realized what it was. Jason was no longer there. He was lost in the sublime enjoyment that was owed to him, owed to any owner of a massive penis, the kind of pleasure that he deserved simply by default of possession, as if Zeus himself had granted him this magical blessing of divine power, and no mortal was to argue with his right to wield it. His ears were deaf to my screams or pleas, focused only on the lustful whims of his deserving cock, which roared out hungrily to dominate more and more of my powerless body. His eyes were glazed over with the utter pleasure coursing through his body, the gracious payment his cock was returning to him for serving its just desires. His mouth was dropped open and frozen stupidly, gasping the short, tortured breaths that he required to perform this necessary act of worship, thrusting with his hips deep, powerful bucks that seemed to hammer pain, fear, and life itself into me all at once, and I realized suddenly with wonder that Jason was just as much a slave to his massive cock as I was in this moment. He could no more stop its relentless power that was now consuming me than I could shake him off my body. He had given himself in submission to the desires of his huge penis as well, and we were both mere creatures of sex, bowing down to the divine will of his enormous, superhuman cock.
Whether this all came to me in seconds, minutes, or hours I couldn’t tell, but I was seized with a fear such that I had never felt before, and I cried out in terror, knowing that the body that possessed this massive, sovereign penis driving its way into my insides couldn’t hear me, and was feeling only the pleasure of helplessness and surrender, a dumb pleasure that only knew the folly of refusal, the pointlessness of denying anything to the divine. Jason was gone, and his only purpose was in serving the will of his huge cock. This was to become my purpose as well. I could suddenly only feel one thing, and that was the enormous column now buried over halfway into my cunt, which was stretching and bulging out to accommodate its impossible girth. This huge penis was no longer an appendage, but a creature with its own will and desires, and my interaction with it was now shockingly personal. This was a test, a tribute wherein I had to prove myself worthy to please it, to have it satisfied and sated with my own mortal body. I spread my legs wider and arched my back as I received inch after incredible inch of its awesome size. My memory flashed back to last weekend, when I forced the last two inches of this monster into me, to take all of it to the balls. I had done it before. I KNEW I could do it now, if only I didn’t lose courage and concentration. |