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Too Big | DruulEmpire | 25

 

Steel noticed the mysterious tall blonde drawing closer, standing right at the foot of the bed, still watching him with an eerie assurance and confidence. Then Vikki spoke up, having quickly recovered from Amber's blow, and he returned to the foreground.

"Omigod, Omigod, at last, me me me!" cheered a hyperventilating Vikki as she outright kicked Amber's ass aside. "I don't know how you do it," she addressed Steel, "but I swear to God my cervix is already dilating!" For Steel this definitely belonged in the Too Much Information Department, but at least Vikki kept quiet as she plunged her own pussy down over his shaft.

At least, at first. A nice minute went by during which she gave Steel a fast hard ride, but then her eyes went wide and her jaw dropped with astonishment as she began to chronicle the experiences of her inner body. "Omigod, I feel it -- it's opening all the way -- oh my fucking God, it's just popping and slipping right IN, oh my fucking GAWWWD! Oh yeah -- BUMP MY LUNGS!"

That tears it, thought Steel. Now I have to get out of here, if only to get away from this whole "bump my lungs" kick.

Vikki placed her hands in back of her head, the better to concentrate on just being a body impaling itself directly down upon an erect penis. After he first orgasm she declared "Oh fuck, oh yeah, you're getting even bigger! Deeper! Higher! Oh yeah!"

"I don't think so," he had to tell her, but as ever, the woman, whichever one she happened to be, really was not into listening.

"Bigger! Oh yeah, bumping my lungs! Bigger! Bigger! Bigger!"

Steel so wished -- in spite of the intriguing onlooker at the foot of the bed -- that Vikki could be his last one, that he could really and truly blast off with her and be done, but he began to feel new worry and disquiet over her attitude. Was she going a little crazy, even for a Luckey Institute woman?

"Oh, fuck -- it's going up to my throat!" Vikki insisted, her eyes shut to concentrate all the harder. "Just like Phuong, oh yeah, just like Phuong, yeaaahhh!" Steel didn't see how that was possible but kept quiet. "Oh fuck, the head of your cock -- Uhhh! -- it's up to my throat, oh fuck, it's tickling my fucking tonsils, it's just so fucking huge, filling me up so fucking much!"

Where did your heart go to? Steel wondered, but did not feel like pressing the issue.

"AAAAAHHH!" Vikki shrieked through yet another orgasm. "Oh FUCK ... it's splitting me, your fucking cock is splitting me, it's splitting me wide open, oh fuck, it's so fucking huge it's splitting me in two right down the fucking middle, yeah, yeah, YEAAAAAHHH!"

Steel was most especially glad that this was not at all true, as he preferred his women all in one piece. Yet Vikki kept crying out "SPLIT ME! SPLIT ME! SPLIT ME!" like the most far-gone cock size enthusiast of all time, and at last slammed into her own rendezvous with unconsciousness.

 

So who is Miss X anyway?


          Svanhild's theory

 
 
 

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