John audibly gulped with Samara’s huge tool pointed right at him. Samara took hold of his hand and placed it on her blue prong. It was softer then it looked, but it was strong. With every pulse, it tested his strength. If John tried arm wrestling it, Samara‘s cock would probably win.
Having only ever touched his own cock, the experience was a little mortifying to be holding someone else’s that was bigger than his own. On top of that, it belonged to a sexy Asari MILF like Samara. Strangely, it didn’t bother him that much that it wasn’t putting him off and sickening him. He found himself stroking it on his own, admiring it. Her dick looked flawless, a perfect profile that didn’t have any odd cervices or misshapes. The way it protruded on her pelvis made it seem so meant to be, as if women were intended to have huge jutting cocks.
Samara guided her cock and John’s head to connect fluently. John thought he would be more reluctant, but this radiant mature Asari has bewitched him with her sensual charm. She let John make his own pace, he only took a few inches of her apple size head at a time. He was surprised at the taste. It has a red licorice flavor, at least the head does. John moved down the shaft, getting more in to it. He licked and sucked up and down the side of her huge cock like he’s playing a harmonica.
While doing that, he got his first good look at her balls. “Holy shit!” John gasped at seeing Samara’s nuts. They were as big as ostrich eggs. They must have just inflated as she got aroused because there’s no way she could have hidden them in her tight outfit. They dangled, weighty with cum that could flood the whole apartment. They looked big enough to be used for breeding elephants. John cupped one of them; it throbbed with need for release.
Samara started unbuttoning the straps to John’s uniform, encouraging him to undress. She helped him out of his clothing until he was fully naked. She laid him down on her sofa face up and climbed over him in the 69 position.
Now it was Samara’s turn to set the pace. Once she lined her cock up with John’s mouth, she started thrusting fast and deep. It was uncomfortable for John. He never gave a blow-job in his life, now he was getting one hammered down his throat. She took Shepard’s cock in her mouth again to help him bear with getting his face fucked. She performed as astounding as she did before, John could suck her cock more enthusiastically now.
Samara started going really deep, John looked up and saw her giant balls swinging down at him just above his head, ready to start pummeling him in the face. Samara bobbed her head on his cock at the same rhythm of her thrusts. She became more stimulated sucking and being sucked at the same time, making her drive her cock deeper down his throat.
John was nervous now, not only is she stretching his gullet, but her balls are threatening to crush his head. John has never felt so electrified during sex before: the way Samara worked his cock with so much gusto, how intensely she fucked his face, and their bodies interconnected as if they were one. John quivered and came in her mouth again.
Samara was ready and clamped her mouth down, not allowing a drop to escape. This drove her over the edge as well. She slammed her hips down, fucking Shepard’s face deep into the sofa. Doing this also made her giant balls wallop his face with no mercy. Her hips slammed down rhythmically, but John couldn’t tell. Her balls pounded his face with the fury of a boxer punching a bag. He saw flashes and stars, his face stung with blow after lustful blow. Samara was in heaven thumping her nuts down on John’s face, spanking her balls, and making them ready to deliver their collected load into John’s cum tank stomach.
Samara rolled her eyes and slammed down one more time, keeping her cock hilted all the way. Her heavy balls now completely buried John’s head. He could hear the audible churning all around him like white water rapids. A loud spray erupted inside his stomach. Her Asari jizz jetted out of her cock at an overwhelming rate. The first “splash” of cum filled his belly, but she was not finished. The second expanded John’s gut uncomfortably. The third made room by pushing through to his intestines. Finally, the forth backed up and exploded out his mouth and nose. It collided with Samara’s balls, pasting his face to her scrotum.
Samara pulled out slowly, making a wet “ssssllluuuurrrrkkk” sound as she disengaged her slimy cock from his abused mouth. Once freed, John held his cramped inflated belly. With the entrance no longer clogged with big Asari cock, the alien spooge rushed up. John turned out of reflex and spewed out Samara’s love. The first batch splatted on the floor like a dumped bucket of water. It came out in waves, trying to push free from the limited space his stomach could offer. By the time he spit out the last of it, it looked like gooey white paint was spilled all over the ground. Samara’s nuts must have deposited a gallon each of Asari milk into him.
John rested on the couch after coughing up Samara’s unwarranted load in him. He believed after cumming so hard and so much, she was probably going to pass out; but when he regarded her, she looked as fresh as a daisy. She had her clothing back on except her cock and balls were still out.
Samara jumped on top of him again and plunged her cock down his throat before he had time to protest. This time she doesn’t fuck his mouth, but used her biotics to hold John completely still. Against his own will, his arms wrapped around her hips, and his legs were under her arms. He tried to move them, but couldn’t. It dawned on him that Samara was using her biotics to hold him to her, and manipulate his body to her whim.
Samara began to stand up with John still trapped in the 69 position. She amazingly carried his weight with ease. It was not clear to John if it was due to her biotics, or if she was able to do so with her own hidden strength. She gave his cock a quick suck before releasing it. Then, she headed for the front door to exit her apartment.
John squawked with his mouth full of her cock, not able to voice his objection. Samara still understood what he was squirming about. “You did a fabulous job, John Shepard, so good that I would like to keep you on my cock for a while longer. You are surly wondering where we are going, yes? I shall give you the answer and put your mind at rest. We are going…”  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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