After our first explosive meeting with Tom, my body had kept a very painful memory of him. During the two days that followed its violent deflowering, my newly formed pussy had certainly become more open, but there was a constant discomfort, like an over-sensitivity that hurt me as soon as I sat down. Not to mention the copious amount of sperm that this behemoth had burried in me.
I literally had Tom's sperm leaking from my pussy from time to time, at regular intervals, throughout the weekend. Even going to the bathroom a few times, I thought I'd emptied myself, but apparently this guy had what it took to impregnate the entire campus. It was a feeling that was both strange and facinating. Carrying this guy's seed home, walking around with it in the street, talking to people that had no idea I had the security guard's baby batter in my belly, there was something deeply wrong, taboo, but also sexy and conforting.
During the weekend, I tried to play a little with my new sex toy to train my hole but I always felt more pain and at the same time, frustration. I missed having Tom's huge cock inside me and the rigid and cold toy was not a good replacement for his monster. Every night I jerked off thinking about how he had penetrated me, made a place in my stomach and fucked the depths of my vagina, all the while remembering his strong smell, the roughness of his moves and his grunts. I hoped it would feel that again very quickly.
I didn't see Tom next Monday or Tuesday, even though I stayed later on campus. At first I thought he regretted having fucked me, or that he was sick, I feared not seeing him again. And then Tuesday evening I had enough and asked a guard at the reception if Tom was there. I could see the name on the counter: his "Frank".
At first, he simply told me that Tom was working in another establishment at the start of the week and that he would be there on Wednesday. He asked me why I wanted to see him. I didn't want to put Tom in a bad position but before I could anwer, Frank smiled :
"Wait... think I have an idea."
He seemed to open up and I asked some more questions on Tom. Frank knew him from a long time ago. He told me that Tom only worked three evenings per week here and kept going to the gym before his shift.
So I waited.
It was long and painful, but above all, it revealed to me that I missed him more and more. I no longer even looked at the other students my age, certainly, there were some good-looking dudes passing by me duringg lunch, but I clearly wanted to be impaled by the colossus again, not by my frail classmates.
Finally, Wednesday evening was approaching.
I went straight to the gym, hoping to finally see my man. It was mostly empty at that hour, long after classes had ended. I took a deep breath, smoothing out the pleats of my skirt, feeling the cool fabric brush against my legs. The mirror near the entrance caught my reflection—petite, soft, the pastel skirt swaying just above my knees. My hair was in place, and my eyeliner sharp that night.
Perfect.
I spotted him almost immediately, over by the weights. White socks in rangers. White sleeveless top showing off his arms—tan, muscular, effortlessly strong. He always wore those khaki pants that hung tight around his powerfull legs, and I could aldreay see a massive beast bulging in the front. My eyes lingered, probably a little too long, but I couldn’t help myself. There was something about the way he moved, confident and assured, like he knew exactly how his body worked.
I swallowed, feeling my pulse quicken, and walked toward him. "Hey, Tom," I called out, keeping my voice light but soft, trying to make it casual.
He glanced over, wiping his forehead with a towel. His smile made my stomach flutter. "Hey, what are you doing here sweety?"
I let out a little laugh and blushed hard, glancing down at my shoes before looking back at him. "Thought I’d take a break after studying and see you. Clear my head."
Tom tossed the towel over his shoulder, resting his hands on his hips. He was tall, taller than I’d ever get used to. "Good call. It’s late to still be studying. You should try mixing in some exercise, though. Balance things out." He chuckled, clearly meaning it as a light joke, but I couldn’t help imagining him guiding me through exercises, his hands on my waist, steadying me…
"Oh, I don’t think I could keep up with you."
He shrugged, as easygoing as ever. "You'd be surprised... Sam, right? Once you get into it, it's all about consistency."
I took a small step closer, lowering my voice just a little. "Maybe. But I think I’d rather just watch you."
There was a brief pause, and I saw his smile deepening. "Lucky me," he said, reaching for the dumbbells again. "Just trying to stay in shape for the job you know."
His words hung in the air between us, and I noticed him checking me out, without any shame.
"So, you knew I was there?" he asked, his voice sounding casual, but I could hear the tension behind it." He crossed his arms, his biceps flexing as he did. It was almost like he knew exactly what effect he had on me.
I nodded, giving him a slow smile. "Yeah, they told me at the reception, Frank."
"Oh Frank... that bastard." He smiled. "So you've been looking for me?" He chuckled and had a pause before his next word. "Slut".
My heart skipped a beat. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through me, part excitement, part fear. I wanted this—wanted him.
I gathered my courage and told him bluntly what I wanted. "Take me."
"Damn, looks like I found the right one. Go to the lockers and wait for me. Won't be long. Still have some reps and I'll close the building." He glanced at me one more time before weighlifting again.
"Next... "
Uhhh
"I'll take that pussy..."
Uhhh
"...of yours Sam."
Too impatient to argue, I obeyed and headed towards the locker room. Quickly, I made sure I was well prepared, tested my hole with a finger or two to see if I could take his monster more easily. I even tried with three fingers but the stretching was not convincing. I was afraid his python would tear my vagina.
When Tom got back to the lockers, he dropped his messy towell on the bench and he advanced towards me with unsettling confidence. My mind was racing, my heart pounding in my chest as we slipped inside. The room was dimly lit, and the silence between us was deafening, thick with anticipation. His chest was broad and glistening with sweat, his muscles defined and hard from the training, and I couldn’t help but stare, feeling a heat pool in my stomach.
He unbuttoned his khakis and slid them to his knees, before fetching out his massive dick in the slit of his plaid boxers and freeing it. His giant dickhead was already drooling with precum. Without wasting a second, I kneeled down as he removed his two magnificient musky balls from the fabric. He looked wild, powerful, and there was no hesitation in his movements.
"We've got time miss so I might as well take advantage of that and train your mouth properly, ok?"
Saying that, he rested his cock on my face. It looked even biger, longer and heavier than in my memories.
His powerful male scent radiated from his still semi-hard member. His cock rested on the entirety of my face and soon I felt his hands pressing against my head. His smooth pair of big balls came to tap against my mouth.
“Open sweetie.”
He didn't need to repeat it. I obliged and began to lick his balls, one after the other.
"Give them a bath. They need it."
I stretched my mouth hard and managed to fit his left ball in my mouth. It hurt a bit already. He closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation of my mouth shut tightly around each of his testicules.
"Fuuck... that's good babe, keep bathing them."
His balls had such a strong taste, almost spicy and unpleasant, but I couldn't help but drool even more and swirl them a little in my already wide open mouth.
"Like my taste, slut?"
I nodded while looking at him. His chest bulging his tank with each breath. He was a fantasy made real.
"Good, now suck me, I'll show you how to take a cock."
He moved aside and his enormous cock descended to the level of my mouth. It had grown and enlargeed significantly.
It was mesmerising. A trickle of precum was coming out of his urethra.
"Open wide."
The heat attracted me like a moth to the fire and I opened to let the beast in. Tom pushed his trunk of a cock into my head slowly, I felt his swollen glans spread my jaw progressively. I wasn't even halfway through when his cock started scraping the back of my mouth. His penis was just too big.
He pressed some more on my head. Immediately, I gagged and Tom let me pause for a moment.
“Looks like you need some cock sucking lessons, huh?”
Tom's hands pressed down hard, pushing me further. Again, his cock ended up in the depths of my mouth and was blocked by the entrance to my throat.
"Let's start working with the basics. Suck me until there."
Tom grabbed his dick halfway, his fingers stopping where I had felt sick, and he let me do the movements.
Happy to be able to practice on the half portion, I began to pump it with appetite.
“There you go miss. That’s it, long and deep, pump all the way.” He seemed almost impervious to my efforts, even though I sucked him with as much conviction as possible. This guy probably wanted more than half a cock in my mouth. So, I redoubled my efforts to satisfy him as best as possible.
“Careful with your teeth miss.”
Yeah, sure, like I could spread my jaw even more.
After several long minutes of polishing his tool, he gave me a break before saying:
“Now that you are familiar with this length, I'll move. Breath deep.”
And both of his hands returned to their favorite places on my head.
"Clench your fists. Think of something you like eating."
I felt that he had been very patient until then because suddenly his posture changed and so did his energy. I didn't even havee time to think about something I enjoyed eating. He took my head and bounced it on his cock, like I was a fleshlight. His hard, hot glans hit my throat as soon as he reached halfway, I held back my nausea, he paused there for a moment, my eyes watered, and he retracted until only his glans was inside.
"See, that's simple Sam." He looked back at me, with a soft and encouraging smile. "Gotta' keep that mouth open, and let me do the rest, right?"
I nodded, trying to not lose my composure.
He kept bouncing my head for a while, making some small grunts here and there, calling me "miss", "good girl" or even "slut". I began to cry a bit over the force of his massive stretching engine. I lost track of time and space, focused on the feeling of my poor mouth being destroyed. All the while I felt a steady stream of precum flowing down my esophagus. This guy produced an impressive quantity, probably proportionate to the size of his balls, and his orgasms.
After maybe five minutes of stretching, his glans was reaching deeper and deeper, stretching my throat slowly, thrust after thrust. I still struggled to keep it for a long time, but he kept impaling my head again and again with consistency.
Once he bucked in me hard and a bit of his glans entered my throat, I gagged so hard he had to stop.
"Shhhh... it's ok sweetie. You're doing good. Let me stretch that more."
And he kept forcing the entrance of my throat open to him, flexing his huge arms each time. My makeup was running from my eyes.
"Still not cumming with all this, but you did good Sam." He removed his engorged dick from me and I felt the fresh air of the room going straight at my lungs.
This guy really had oppened my throat up and I coughed a bit.
"Doing ok there miss?" He seemed half concerned."You did improve, you now that?"
I couldn't speak, my jaw hurted like hell, but I tried to thank him. I coul feel his manly juice coating my insides.
Tom smacked me with his wet dick a bit, playfully:
"Last time your pussy took it well Sam, but I think we can do better too. Ready?"
Barely recovering from my mouth stretching session, I nodded with both anxiety and desire.
