Two weeks after these messages appeared on the respectiveSizelandprofiles of Kiera and Magnus Kite, a pair of buses pulled up in front of the twenty-story Allen Hotel, bracketing the entrance on either side. Those guests who happened to have a view of arrivals were treated to a feast for the eyes as each bus opened with a hydraulic hiss to disgorge a parade of exceptional human beings.
From the leftmost bus came an array of selections from the local volunteer fire brigade, the local college football and basketball teams, as well as barrel-chested strongmen and streamlined male strippers and models. They wore skin-tight compression gear, speedos, muscle-shirts and boxer-briefs, their bodies were chiseled and glistened like ice sculptures, drawing lewd attention to every exemplary pectoral, abdominal and glute. There were lantern jaws, corn-fed thighs like beef slabs, shoulders as broad as barns. A swarthy weightlifter with a handlebar moustache emerged in a wrestling singlet, tossing aside an empty tub of protein powder before stepping down to the pavement. The bus’ axle lurched upward as his three-hundred pounds of muscle made the transition from vehicle to ground. Next came a magazine-ready pretty boy in low-slung Calvin Klein underwear. They began to walk in lockstep, resolute in their coming task. A wood-carved fireman wearing his occupation’s hat and little else followed behind an ebon-skinned football player who swaggered shirtless toward the front desk, his bulging arms emblazoned with tattoos. It seemed the entire bus was full of such men, two dozen in all, and besides a certain degree of physical fitness and imposing size, each passenger had one additional feature in common - the outline of a huge, heavy penis beneath their clothing. Everywhere one might look, underwear struggled to hold snaking lengths of dick, low-hanging nutsa*cks threatened to pour out of speedos, thick shafts lay bulging against thighs.
Yet, the unprecedented parade of beefcake did not file into the lobby alone. Females poured from the second bus as if a strip club had caught fire, as generously proportioned as their male counterparts and no less exhibitionist in their attire. There were four or five girls from the local cheerleading squad, bleached and tanned with tit* the size of pom-poms threatening to explode from their sporty halter tops. Fitness models in barely-there thongs clicked and clacked toward the entryway in stiletto heels, their bolted-on, oversized tit* as immodest as the puffy puss* mounds and cl*t rings their underwear did little to conceal. Each hard, gym-sculpted body was bronzed and oiled to a Miss Olympia sheen. There were cosplay slu*ts in skimpy approximations of canon, bimbo skan*s with botox-inflated lips and surgically-enhanced bubble butts, and even mother/daughter teams who were willing to set aside conventional morality to score some co*ck. There were ebony-skinned butt models and MILFs with melon-sized natural milk tanks that seemed moments from tearing through the low-cut blouses that contained them. Nipples tented bikini cups like pyramids, thongs disappeared between enormous, jiggling butt globes. Eyelashes were teased to inhuman lengths and every lip seemed pasted with moist and inviting gloss. There were diamond earrings in each ear, scintillating bracelets on each wrist and $1000 baby purses filled with cosmetics on each toned and flawless arm. It was, without a doubt, the greatest collection of co*ck-hungry skan*s the geographic area could muster.
The lobby filled quickly with physical specimens of each sex, crowding the front desk, receiving the elevator keycode and proceeding in small groups to the exclusive lift that provided access to the top floor and the presidential suite. Each man had abstained from ejacul*ting for weeks, many had used pumps or supplements to insure their performance and size would be top notch. Each woman had primed her body with perfume and lubricants and had loosened her throat or puss* with an oversized dild* in preparation for the coming encounter. As the elevator rose, clothes were doffed. Some of the studs slid co*ck rings onto their monstrous endowments. Some women pulled anal beads from their assholes, leaving the orifices wet and prepared for entry. Lips were nibbled, drips of lube slid down inner thighs, and pearlescent droplets of cum gathered in pissholes.
The lift opened directly into the Presidential suit, which had it’s own foyer. Beyond, two king-size beds had been arranged in the large main room, each opposite from the other, headboards to the wall. Each was surrounded by large arrangements of plush pillows fit for a sultan. Kiera Kite stood at the foot of the leftmost bed, and Magnus Kite at the foot of the right.
Kiera had chosen a black bra and thong to accentuate her body for the forthcoming clash of sexual wills, accentuated with a gold tiara, waist chain and anklets. The drive to win having pushed her to reach a state of sexual perfection, she was in peak form. Her hair hung in wild valkryie fashion to just above her waist, trailing down her toned back muscled like a sheaf of just-harvested wheat. Her eyes were sapphires and blazed out at the newcomers with hungry self-assurance, her nose was a streamlined sliver with a ballerina’s grace. Lips painted and puffy to the dick-sucking extreme seemed to invite every co*ck in the room to receive her oral attentions.
Those ‘volunteers’ who hoped to see PAWG_MILF’s storied breasts in person were not disappointed. Many forum threads had been created estimating their size from eyewitness accounts of those who had enjoyed a rendezvous with her. Some claimed a 70-inch bust, others had related that in the midst of all the bouncing and f*cking, those massive jugs had seemed even larger. A professional breast enhancement surgeon weighed in with an estimate of a 34O cup size, and that became the generally accepted number. Her legendary milk tanks hung in gravity-defying enormity behind lacy black bra cups that barely covered the pink, porous nipples of each breast. Though many of the arriving women were prodigious in their own right, none seemed to be a match for her size or the perfection of her honeyed copper tan.
From there, Kiera’s body unfolded with alternating bounty and tightness; a trim waist with abdominal definition gave way to a thick MILF bubble-butt that poured off of her frame in half-moons before reconnecting to taut and athletic upper thighs. Then the slender calves and ankles, terminating in a glossy black stilleto. Every co*ck emerging from the private elevator immediately started to harden at the sight of her, and Kiera’s long and agile tongue licked enticingly over her pillowy bottom lip at the growing number of sweaty, horny studs, which grew with each trip of the conveyance. Many were already stroking their hardons in anticipation at the thought of getting a chance to tame her.
Much as the gaggle of arriving slu*ts might have been intimidated by the bombastic Kiera, they had little time to dwell on feelings of inferiority with Magnus in the room. The musclebound teen kept himself busy by doing pull-ups on the canopied bed frame while waiting for the full busload of female ‘volunteers’ to arrive, effortlessly pulling his Grecian sculpture body up and down without so much as breaking a sweat. To their astounded eyes, so seduced by every taut nook and cranny of his teenage muscle-stud physique, Magnus’ lion’s mane of blonde hair might as well have been Superman’s cape. Yet the main focus of their attention was his massive co*ck, which hung like wrecking ball of flesh down past the knee, a prodigious sight even to say nothing of the pair of balls nested at the base like flesh-wrapped ostrich eggs. Magnus had simply removed all of his clothing, not seeing the point of hiding what would have been obvious, and as a result his every detail of his physique was exposed.
The elevator rose and fell many more times until the periphery of the expensive hotel suite was a wall-to-wall tableaux of hard bodies. It was only when the final volunteers had arrived that Kiera and Magnus strode to the center of the room and met eye to eye - or, as close as Kiera could get to being eye-to-eye with her taller son. Nobody in the room knew of their familial relationship, and yet the identical blue eyes, blonde hair, and flawless complexions made them mirror images of a sort.
“I’m ready when you are,” Magnus said, maintaining his level gaze.
“You aren't going to know what hit you,” Kiera replied, narrowing her eyes.
The locking of their eyes was electric. In the moment, the dozens of sexually-charged onlookers might as well not have existed, and the two gorgeous physical specimens seemed primed to embrace and tear each other apart. Yet, each managed to maintain control and retreat to their respective bedspreads, faces hardened with resolve. The storied showdown betweenco*ckSTUD18andPAWG_MILFhad finally begun.
At first, neither Kiera nor Magnus made a move, only sitting impassively on the edge of their mattresses, allowing their eager volunteers to come to them. The teenage stud quickly found himself inundated with fitness models who seemed to hang from every muscled limb like party streamers, massaging his golden flesh with the sweat of their bodies, hissing hot breath and hotter promises over his earlobes. A green-eyed, raven-haired minx straddling his thigh worked her glutes over Magnus’ skin in alternating rhythm, rubbing her panty-clad crotch on him as she promised delights with her practiced dick-sucker mouth.
“I do squats all day at the gym so I’ll have a big, slu*tty white-girl ass for studs like you to f*ck,” she hissed, licking up the side of Magnus’ powerful neck as her large surgically-enhanced jugs slid against his chest. She was in her early 20’s and smelled of suntan lotion, gym sweat, and wet puss*. Her voice grew desperate and low, like a shamed animal. “Ever since I saw your profile I’ve wanted you to slide that monster dick up my sh*thole!”
Magnus knew her type. The sort of tanning-bed doll who spent her days at the gym and her evenings showing pictures of her ass on Instagram with a thong emerging from sheer tights. The best hairdressers and jewelers would know her by name, and her tattoo artist would have seen more of her ass than even her most sordid sexual partners. The type of girl who counted calories as religiously as co*ck inches. As he felt himself hardening and rising to full mast, Magnus’ eyes were drawn across the room, where his mother was lifting one leg overtop of a sprawled out football player’s powerful midsection, positioning an ebony co*ckhead the size of a fist against the pink, inviting lips of her puss*. Her thick bubble-butt bouncing and jiggling with her thong pulled aside and laid across one cheek spurred his arousal even further.
Not wanting to be left behind as PAWG_MILF went to work, Magnus scooped his thigh-straddling fitness model volunteer up with one arm and sat her on his lap, then hooked his forearms under her knees. His chest was against her back, her ass pressing against his abs in a two hot, buoyant circles. Knowing he had twenty-four women to go through and a limited amount of time to do it in, Magnus approached the problem the same way he might handle a particularly challenging workout routine - by bringing all of his physical gifts to bear. Interlocking his fingers behind the girl’s slender beck in a full-nelson, keeping her knees pinned to her shoulders, he lifted her and lowered her tight, pink butthole down onto his erection.
The black-haired slu*t (Sizeland username:BOOTY_BITCH21) made a moaning noise that was almost operatic, rising in octaves as Magnus penetrating f*ck-pillar rose into her bowels. The wet, meaty sound of her o-ring being wrecked by his bicep-thick monster was mostly obscured by her cries. The bronzed buttocks she’d spent to many hours perfecting jiggled on either side of the penetration, and beads of lubrication glistened on her puss* lips as she was driven mad with lust. The powerful teen lifted and dropped her like a package on his jutting organ, barely needing to thrust, using only his powerful arms to elevate and drop her asshole, drilling to a depth of more than a foot each time before BOOTY_BITCH21’s wet, sloppy asspipe could simply take no more. Her pink anal ring adhered to Magnus’ shaft like a vacuum, trying to milk it of cum, nearly prolapsing each time her body was raised.
“F-f*ck, look at him destroy that stupid slu*t’s ass!” marveled a busty blonde woman (Sizeland username:SIZEQUEEN_MOM), her huge natural tit* hanging like overfilled water balloons while she slurped Magnus’ balls alongside her barely-legal teen daughter (SIZEQUEEN_GAL). The fresh-faced younger teen, a bimbo-blonde in the making, moaned and continued to suck on Magnus’ nutsa*ck with her glossy lips, hollowing her cheeks out to worship the gourd-sized testicl* that had become her obsession ever since seeing videos of co*ckSTUD18 jerking off.
“I can tell he has such a thick load in these huge f*cking nuts, mom!” she cooed, licking the heavy scrotum with a pierced tongue that seemed impossibly pink. “Gawd, I could spend all day just fingering myself and sucking on these sperm factories! What a f*cking stud!” She spoke with a reverence usually reserved for deities, smiling at her mother to reveal twin rows of shiny braces that were already slick with her own free-flowing saliva. It did not surprise Magnus - he had felt the tickle of her dental-work on his nutsa*ck even in the midst of so many other sensations. Women had surrounded him on the bed. They were rubbing his back, massaging his shoulders, licking up the sides of his neck and kissing his thighs. He could feel some of the more submissive slu*ts sucking his toes. Those who couldn’t physically touch him offered wanton looks and impromptu twerking shows while they waited for bed space.
BOOTY_BITCH21 was in over her head quickly, making a lewd eye-rolling face while Magnus’ towering f*ckmeat made liquid threshing noises in her bowels. As her taut midriff tented into a co*ckhead shape with each deep thrust, a squirting org*sm sprayed over several of the twerking, ball-sucking women at the foot of the bed, causing them to mewl with delight like kids splashed by an orca at SeaWorld.
Magnus smiled with confidence. It had barely been ten minutes, and he was well on his way to breaking his first volunteer by rendering her ass a f*cked-out ruin. He spared a glance over the shoulder of his full-nelsoned volunteer, however, and was immediately greeted by an alarming sight.
His mother was not handling just one volunteer butseven. There was a black co*ck that seemed the size of a loaf of french bread carving up her puss* as she twerked her bodacious booty up and down on the man’s muscled groin. A second ebony-skinned athlete was standing above them, dipping his hips to drill a hard, vein-covered black prong deep into her inviting asshole. Up near her face, the voracious 36-year-old was servicing two twin brothers, both handsome, both waxed and flexed to glistening perfection as they stood on the bed and had their co*cks sucked in tandem. Though each had a generous endowment, Kiera somehow managed to take suck each to the root with little effort, occasionally pausing to run a hand over their sculpted underwear-model abs and tight butts… when she had a free hand. Which wasn’t often. She had two burly power-lifters bent over to her left and right, and was reaching between their legs to milk their hanging co*cks like a farmgirl taking care of the livestock. Occasionally she used her thumbs to dive in and give their prostates a playful nudge. To cap off the insane display of service, one of the men moaning as he f*cked the arches of her feet.
She was not just a mute participant, either. Kiera showed an almost supernatural ability to engage her partners as she forced them to f*ck her to the fullest. Her dirty words and mewling, smokey MILF voice seemed to drive the men to even greater feats of endurance. “f*ck yes, f*ck my asshole!” she moaned, and the way her eyes shone with lust made it clear she meant every filthy syllable. “Make my puss* take on the shape of your dick! Own that puss*! I want you to flood my womb with every drop of thick, nasty cum in your ballsack!” Magnus listened with something like awe as she delivered running monologue, pausing only when her mouth wasn’t stuffed full of veiny, sweaty co*ck. Kiera begged for co*cks to slap her face, breasts and ass, worshipped nutsa*cks.
“Ever want a busty mother to eat your asshole before taking your big, nasty cumload on her face?” she purred to one weightlifters, before sliding her tongue between his cheeks and doing just what had been advertised. She tongue-f*cked his ass without missing a stroke on the other co*cks she was handling, and then pulled out and went back to take long pulls on another co*ck, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked it powerfully enough to draw jets of pre-cum out of the shuddering male’s piss-pipe.
She directed traffic with ruthless efficiency. “Come on, blow your load all over my feet, you nasty f*cker!” she urged the man nearest the bed’s edge, before turning to a shy-looking youthful stud in her oral vicinity. “And you, stop blushing and wrap my hair around that shaft! Jerk off with it! Give me a nice, f*cked-up shampoo!” The assembled men seemed to turned-on to disobey, and though Magnus could barely see with so many sweat-soaked, muscled bodies circling her, he was able to make eye contact for just a moment before Kiera returned to servicing co*cks with her shapely mouth. The knowing look she gave him was silent, but spoke volumes.
You’re not on my level, amateur.
There was a cascade of guttural male moans then, each seeming to lead into the next. The two fat black co*cks penetrating Kiera seemed to bulge as they unloaded stream after stream of scalding cum into her puss* and asshole, driving as deep as they could while her buttocks bounced on either side of each penetrating girth. Sloppy creampies immediately sprayed back out of her cum-stuffed holes, indicating the immense amount of sem*n she was absorbing, and yet she still managed to wiggle her shapely soles to bring the nearby footjob to completion, resulting in her toes being splattered with ropes of ji*zz as her suitor shuddered and leaned over the bed.
Up front, she begged fiercely for cum from the four co*cks she’d been servicing, slurping co*ckheads, sucking balls and giving eager rimjobs to the assembled wall of muscled beef. She milked two dicks from behind as bent-over studs grew weak in the knees and spewed shot after shot of cum back through their own legs and onto her huge tit*, glazing them with a lattice of sperm. Licking down midsections of two svelte male models who seemed to have ten abs each, she capped the display by stuffing both of their long co*cks into her mouth, holding the heads there while the duo threw their heads back and completely filled her mouth with sem*n, burying her tongue and puffing out her cheeks with the size of their combined load until her flawless veneers were drowned in the pungent, gooey sem*n. When the youth jacking off with her hair finished by blowing white streamers across her tight, toned shoulder blades, it was the final perfect touch that left nearly every part of her body covered in cum.
Magnus looked at the clock at his bedside. It had not even been half an hour since they had started, and his voracious mother had already drained seven pairs of balls, so say nothing of the many who were stroking themselves off just watching. Meanwhile, the mind-broken ragdoll fitness slu*t he’d been f*cking was thoroughly pounded into submission… but constituted just one woman out of the two-dozen he’d recruited. His handsome face twisted immediately into one of resolve. It was a simple problem of mathematics. Massive as his unparalleled co*ck was, it was just one co*ck. His mother, meanwhile, had any number of holes, crevices, and warm, inviting passages to work with.
He would have to step up his game.
Pulling the eye-rolling, moaning BOOTY_BITCH21 off of his engorged member, Magnus tossed her haphazardly onto the large pile of ornate pillows at his bedside. “Alright, slu*ts. Stack up. Doggy position, three piles. Let’s go!” He cracked his knuckles, and was pleased to see that while authoritative barking had never been his thing (Magnus, perhaps because of a childhood spent sunning himself for hours each day, preferred to play it cool), the women were almost pathetically eager to comply. Daughter climbed onto mother, twin sister onto twin sister. There quickly developed a method to their slu*tty madness; the thickest, clapping booty models and horny MILFS held the bottom positions with their sturdy rears, and the waifish, slu*tty fashion model types tended to be on top of the trio of puss* pyramids. Standing at the foot of the bed and surveying the trifecta of triple-stacked bubble butts, Magnus couldn’t help but feel like he was on some sort of sexual game show.
“Come on, stud! f*ck the sh*t out of this black puss*!” moaned the caramel-skinned, bottom-heavy beauty on the lowest level of the middle stack (Sizeland username:onlyHUNGnigg*z). Additional calls rang out, each with an opinion about where he should begin.
“f*ck my slu*tty daughter and then f*ck me!” begged SIZEQUEEN_MOM, moaning from the bottom of the leftmost stack. “We’ll both have your baby!”
Magnus knew it didn’t matter - in the end, they were all going to get f*cked. Grabbing the jiggling ebony ass that was front and center, he drove forward, spearing her puffy, cl*t-pierced puss* with as many inches as he could muster, and beginning to thrust. Once he got a rhythm going, it was trivial to reach out to either side and start fingering up a storm, his hands and wrists a blur as he pumped his powerful middle and ring fingers into one of the stacked-up orifices. His hands moved with the dexterity of an assembly-line robot, fingerbanging twats and thumbing assholes, drawing moans of increasing volume as he picked up speed. He spanked each pair of jiggling buttocks at least once as they twerked on top of each other like whor*s, working his hips at lightning speed all the while, pistoning the resistance out ofonlyHUNGnigg*z’ tight puss*. Her black butt-globes jiggled and clapped. vagin*l lubrication squirted all over his pelvis, his wrists, and his co*ck, and still he sped up.
“Fuuuuuck, you’re so huge! You f*ckin’ donkey-dick white stud! I’m cumming so muthaf*ckin’ hard!” cried his chosen hole, spasming around his co*ck, and no sooner had she started to quail than Magnus switched to the one stacked above, sliding into the well-lubricated opening and drawing a gasp from his new target. In spite of the physical challenges, he couldn’t help but enjoy himself as he was enveloped in the tightness of each spasming puss* and got to watch each tight, jiggling bubble butt. The thrusting was constant, his muscle-carved body giving the girls no rest or respite, and as they exploded with org*sma and fell away to be replaced, it became difficult to tell how many had been f*cked to completion. In the first hour, Magnus counted at least ten.
They cried and moaned about his size. They marveled at his balls and fingered themselves to the thought of his thick, copious cumload. They begged him to f*ck their puss*es, their assholes, and their throats, adding adjectives like “phat”, “slu*tty”, “asian”, “white”, and “black” as the case demanded. When blonde bimbo butt-bitchSIZEQUEEN_MOMwas f*cked to a mind-shattering org*sm while eating the massive creampie out of her squealing blonde daughter’s teenage puss*, Magnus thought he might be getting a leg up when it came to debauchery. After all, he’d piled up quite number of near-comatose females, and their depravities in service to his almighty boner were only growing. He’d had only one org*sm himself and had plenty of energy to spare.
When he looked over to see how his mother was faring, he saw that she had arranged to be encircled completely and was holding a long-stemmed, oversized co*cktail glass under her cum-covered chin while at least a dozen horny studs jerked their leaking, heavy erections around her face. Loaded condoms were draped over the side of the glass and the busty goddess would occasionally collect another multi-colored rubber prophylactic from one of her studs and drain the thick, lumpy contents into her mouth, forming a slu*tty ring with her glossed-up, sperm-coated lips, her azure eyes blazing with cum-thirst. As they plastered her face and overfilled the glass with their thick loads, cum-bubbles blew from her nose and lips.
“F-f*ck, I can’t do it anymore! My f*ckin’ balls are drained!” complained one barrel-chested hunk who was stroking his fat co*ck with little success. But Kiera would have none of it, and grabbed shaft to finish the job herself, producing an uneven watery load that was almost like pissing on her face. The man’s eyed rolled back and he doubled over before collapsing to the ground, and Kiera gave him no mind as she tilted her swan-like neck back, lifted the cum-filled glass to her lips, and proceeded to drink the entire mess, swallowing in loud, exaggerated gulps, before wiping her mouth with one wrist and asking for more.
“F-f*ck, there were like fifty loads in there!” someone commented, his voice sounding enervated and weak. “This bitch is the biggest whor* in the f*ckin’ world!”
Magnus resisted the absurd urge to tell them to shut up because it was his mother they were talking about.
Still, as many pop-shots as his cum-thirsty rival was receiving, he resolved to dish out. Every female in the triple towers had been dealt with, fingered and f*cked to a fare thee well, but if he was going to truly overwhelm his volunteers he knew that his size would be the key. Much as their puss*es and asshole were satisfying to f*ck, their throats would be the proving ground where they would be used up and tossed aside. He ordered them to their knees in a line, and each cum-thirsty sexbomb was eager to comply, often with a knowing glance toward his balls and a lick of the lips.
It was this method that Magnus used to quickly plow through his assembled army of co*ck-hungry whor*s, giving each one a windpipe-blocking throat f*ck that left them disheveled, gasping, and co*ck-drunk. After an hour of this his discard pile was at seven, after two hours, fifteen. A further hour of skull-f*cking, titf*cking and hot-dogging was all it took before he tossed the last conscious woman aside, sure he had picked up enough speed to leave his mother in the dust.When he turned to inform her of his achievement, however, she was already waiting for him.
They stood face-to-face in the center of the hotel suite, four hours having passed since the start of the fifty-person f*ckfest. Each had left their side of the room a jumble of worn-out, moaning, near-comatose bodies. On PAWG_MILF’s half of the room, muscled men languished on the floor, cradling their balls, occasionally whimpering that they’d cum so hard, it felt like their testicl*s had blown out through their dickholes. Every one of them was plastered in sweat and their lifeless, flopping penises had been drained of even the slightest hint of hardness. Those who weren’t actively in the pain of sexual overexertion simply lay in dazed incomprehension. On co*ckSTUD18’s side, two dozen bimbo skan*s were splayed in various indecent poses, many with thick creampies flowing from their gaping puss*es and assholes, every set of eyes glazed, some with eye-rolling org*sm faces still evident. A few had subtle cum-bellies. Every pair of huge tit* and bulbous asscheeks remained decorated with wads of thick sperm. One blonde dye-job with tit* like melons tried to struggle to her feet, but fainted, collapsing to the ground while a torrential creampie queefed noisily out of her shaven puss*. The mess piled on the floor in a thick puddle.
“Not bad,” Kiera offered, looking at Magnus and before her tongue over the corner of her mouth.
“Not bad yourself,” he replied. His fists clenched and unclenched. If anything, his mother’s sheen of perspiration only accentuated the sinewy lines of her figure and the enormous, spherical protrusions that constituted her breasts and buttocks.
“I guess it’s time to finally declare a winner,” she ventured.
“I guess so.”
Kiera took a step forward. The foot-f*cking long done, she had slipped her dainty feet back into her stiletto heels. Now, the two were so close that the hot breath from her nostrils could be felt against Magnus’ chest. His co*ck bulged with half-hard enormity as she lifted it with two hands and placed it between her tit*, using the insides of her wrists to squash her enormous, tanned milk bags together around the upper part of his shaft, never breaking eye contact. Because of his greater height and size, she was able to do this all while standing. Whatever incestuous inappropriateness might have given them pause was easily overridden by the rivalry that had overwhelmed them those past months; in that moment, they were not Kiera and Magnus Kite, but PAWG_MILF and co*ckSTUD18.
Most females were utterly overwhelmed by the size of Magnus penis, but Kiera showed no hesitation in sandwiching the slick shaft between her tit*, which we large enough to conceal the girth completely until the head emerged from her cleavage. She dipped her neck down to suck at, gluing her puffy, Botox-stuffed lips to the engorged head to suck a long streamer of syrupy cum from his large pisshole, then moving to envelop the entire head with her mouth, stretching her features obscenely around the thick shaft. It had more circumference than her calf muscle, and her lips took on the appearance of a stretched-out letter “O” as she slurped on the monster bone, making lewd, liquid sucking noises like a bay with a favored pacifier, working over his first three or four inches with her a mouth that seemed undefeatably elastic.
As her eyes blazed up at him like sky diamonds, Magnus felt himself slipping. There was none of the struggling and choking he’d experienced in every other bout of oral sex he’d had in his life; his slu*tty mother was slurping his prong with effortless co*ck-thirst while giving his shaft a glorious, sweaty tit-f*ck. He could feel the warmth of her soft, jiggling milk tanks around his piece, pressing against him like two enormous hot water bottles. The sensation was amazing, and he could only imagine how good it would feel to let himself go and receive her service until he had a very, very satisfying org*sm. But as these thoughts slid through his mind, another image flashed - that of a predatory spider inviting the fly into her parlor.
This isn’t foreplay, he suddenly thought.My skan*y mom is trying to drain my balls dry and win, right now!
She popped her mouth off and let his glans hover in front of her mouth as a drop of cum collected in the pisshole. “f*ckingunloadin my face,” she taunted him, licking her lips and sticking her tongue out to tease his co*ck’s underside. “I want you to spew on all over me with this big f*cking cum cannon!”
Her dirty talk was no doubt designed to drive him over the edge, but Magnus had rescued himself from her enchanting oral attentions, and instead, reached his hands up and grabbed her head, one palm on either side. His mother made a ‘GLURK!’ noise as he first forced her away and then pulled her to a kneeling position before drilling his co*ck brutally into her mouth, his eyes alight with confident vengeance. Had she really thought he could be manipulated so easily? Now it was time for some oral sex onhisterms!
Kiera made a wet choking sound as inch after inch of Magnus fat co*ckpipe dominated her throat, causing her slender neck to bulge in a flanged shape around his prick helmet before stretching to take his shaft. Magnus’ confident expression slowly turned to one of poorly-hidden surprise as inch after inch of his dick burrowed into her wet, tight tunnel.Surely,he thought,she can’t take the whole thing. Nobody has even come close. Surely-
But she did. With one mighty final thrust, her puffy lips were tickling his pubis. If one had looked at the scene in x-ray profile, the sight of Magnus’ arm-thick appendage drilling down to punch at his slu*tty partner’s guts would have been obvious. Her throat was wrapped around his co*ck like a condom, and her stomach was the reservoir tip, ready to receive a copious load. Kiera brought her hands up to massage Magnus’ balls, one heavy nut in each of her small palms, groping the scrotal flesh like she was in love with it and imagining the pregnant import of each cum-loaded nut.
“Impressive, but taking the whole thing isn’t the same as getting f*cked by the whole thing,” Magnus growled, and then proceeded to begin pistoning his hips. Kiera gurgled as her stretched, co*ck-wrecked throat was used as nothing more than a puss*, his co*cktip battering her gastronomic organs and driving them into new positions, rearranging her physiology beneath the taut hardness of her midsection, causing her skin to bulge outward in a co*ck shape when he took certain sad*stic angles. Magnus did not let up. He f*cked his mother’s co*ck-gargling, slu*tty face for not one minute or even five, but fifteen. Fifteen minutes of constant face-f*cking and throat-pounding by a monster eighteen-inch co*ck. Kiera’s eyes first grew dazed and then rolled back as she gurgled constant streams of nasty throat gunk down the valley between her tit*, the whitish foam contrasting with her bronze tan. Her arms fell by her sides. Her glottal choking noises grew more desperate.
Yet even in his display of dominance, it was a challenge for Magnus. PAWG_MILF had not been the queen of Sizeland for nothing. Her throat was the tightest, most satisfying f*ckhole he’d ever experienced, full of delightful wetness and friction. She could make most men cum in seconds, for him to last fifteen minutes was a feat. In the end, fifteen was about all he could last, giving in to an org*sm when he was sure the damage had been done and she was suitably f*cked-out. Magnus pulled her head as hard into his crotch as he could and drove his co*ck downward into her body, knowing his co*ck was squashing her stomach, hell, maybe IN her stomach, as he growled and busted an enormous nut, spraying ropes of thick, lumpy sem*n deep into her body, coagulated wads of ji*zz that were thicker and more virile than what any of her previous partners could have produced.
The sounds were obvious, (SPLLLRT! SPLRRRT! SPPRRRT!) and her belly was immediately filled; the excess rocketed back up her throat and exploded out of her nostrils in twin ropes like white taffy. Her cheeks puffed out and cum bubbled from the seal her lips made around the base of his co*ck. God, it felt good, to release himself inside his mortal rival, to totally dominate her with his size and power. Finally, the pecking order would be established. He let his co*ck twitch in her throat for a minute more before pulling out, letting her semi-conscious form slump to the ground in a heap, a waterfall of cum pouring out of her mouth. His mom. His vanquished but worthy foe.
Magnus stepped to the window of the hotel suite, standing with his co*ck slowly flagging. The moon had come out. Where would he go from this victory? Would the legend of co*ckSTUD18 continue to spread on Sizeland? The dragon-slayer. The only male to conquer the infamous PAWG_MILF. He allowed self-satisfied smile.
“What do you think you’re doing?” came a smokey voice from behind him. Magnus’ eyes widened with shock, and he whirled around. Much to his amazement, his mother was rising from the floor like the world’s slu*ttiest Terminator. “You call that a face-f*ck?” she taunted, blue eyes shining. “I’ve let entire basketball teams choke-f*ck me forhours!” She turned her head to the side, coughed, and vomited out a gout of thick cum while pressing one palm against her slightly-swollen belly. Then she wiped her mouth and grinned like an alligator.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Magnus whispered to himself, but it was the last bit of monologue he had time for before she marched toward him, grabbed his wrists, and began to pull him toward the bed. Normally he could have enforced his physical will easily, but he was so surprised and depleted from his recent org*sm that he took one stumbling step with her, tripped over one of the snoozing slu*ts on the pillow pile, and tumbled to the mattress alongside her.
That was when she stood over him as he lay on his back, co*ck jutting upward. She turned her back, giving him an amazing view of her jutting bubble butt, and used two hands to lewdly spread her cheeks and show off her pink, inviting, moist-looking asshole, a carnal jewel nestled between two honey-tanned mountains of flesh. Her blonde hair hung wildly down her back. “Now,” she threatened. “It’s time for me to giveyouthe business.”
She did so by squatting and lowering her asshole onto his co*ck, letting it slide inside her with surprising ease, lowing her undercarriage more and more slu*ttily to take inch after inch after brutal inch of his dong. Magnus groaned. The heat and tightness and bumpy friction of her asshole was like nothing he’d ever experienced. Most women could only accept his co*ck a few inches unless he forced it, which usually resulted in prolapsed, forever-rearranged bowels for the butt-slu*t in question. For Kiera it was a different matter. She dropped her thick booty until all eighteen monster inches of his co*ck were wrapped in her sh*t-chute. Magnus heard a voice moaning an inarticulate “Hnnnnnngh!” and realized it was his own.
“That’s right,co*ckSTUD18!” she taunted him, slowly milking his length with the tight ring of her asshole, rising and falling, squatting and straightening, her tightness wringing every scintilla of sensation it could out of his venous pole. “It’s time for you to finally admit defeat. I’m the queen ofSizeland! Just be glad I let you play in my court!”
She began to lunge and straighten faster, twerking and clapping as she did so, stroking his pole with the wet bumpiness of her bowels and the tightness of her practiced ass-ring. One stroke every few seconds became one stroke per second, speeding up, getting louder, getting nastier. When she reached a speed of two full, eighteen-inch strokes per second, Magnus was unable to register any sensations but pleasure. Her muscled back, her flying valkyrie hair, her clapping, bouncing butt-cheeks that seemed the size of basketballs, and above all the stroking, squeezing, sucking sensation of her asshole was too much. His mind began to blur, synapses firing in uncontrollable ways. In the midst of her seduction he began to care about little more than chasing the end of her exquisite ass-f*ck, the amazing org*sm that seemed to be building in his loins, one that would feel better than any he’d ever experienced.
“I can do this all night!” she taunted. “How do you like getting that horse-co*ck milked by my slu*tty asshole? Don’t you want to blow your fat load and fill me up again? Come on!” She continued to work him over, time seemed to blend into a smoothie and lose all coherence. Five minutes became ten, which became fifteen, equally the length of the brutal mouth-f*ck she’d endured. Once the twenty minute mark was hit, she occasionally sat all the way down and, through her own midriff, rubbed the outline of his co*ck beneath her flesh, giving a sort of through-the-skin handjob. “Empty your balls in my slu*tty MILF bubble-butt!” she mewled, looking over her shoulder. “Do it!”
Magnus mind went blank as the org*sm overtook him. His balls had always been amazing in their ability to quickly regenerate cum, and so there was still a considerable amount for him to spray into the hot, nasty orifice that had become his entire world. She sat on his pelvis and kept him balls deep while he filled her bowels with hot, creamy nut, dozens and dozens of thick spurts in an org*sm that never seemed to end. Kiera stayed atop him for the duration; if she’d had an org*sm of her own, she was keeping it under wraps. Only when his co*ck had given its final twitch did she rise up and cup a hand behind herself to catch a handful of the immediate and sloppy creampie.
“Sorry, kiddo,” she whispered with something like respect. “But you’re just not in my league.” She licked a thick tongueful of creampied ass-cum from her palm and wrist before sliding off the bed. Magnus’ co*ck, for the first time, had gone completely soft, draped over one thigh. His face seemed gaunt and expressionless, his eyes unfocused. Magnus, for the first time in his life as a physical marvel, had been completely exhausted, and Kiera’s look as she surveyed the room as one of satisfaction. She had left twenty-five men laying, including the crown jewel.
Her heels clacked on the floor as she walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window on the balcony wall. Like Magnus before her, she looked at the moon and was seduced by it’s beauty, allowing herself a satisfied exhale.Sizelandwould remain her kingdom. The studs, her servants. The competing women, her jesters and subjects. She smiled, showing gleaming white, flawless veneers in the moonlight.
“You don’t really think you’ve won, do you?”
As with Magnus’ before, Kiera’s eyes went wide, and she whirled around in a tornado of gorgeous golden hair. Her beefcake, muscle-stud teenage son was standing in front of the bed, hands on hips, his face intense. Every muscle on his body was bulging. His pecs, his abs, his quads and traps, all seemed poised to burst from beneath his skin. He clenched his fists flexed, gritting his teeth, as if to prove the point that he still had energy left in the tank. Most amazing was his co*ck, however, which was completely turgid and criss-crossed with throbbing veins as it jutted straight upward in an 18-inch state of engorgement beyond any Kiera had ever seen before.
“Impossible!” she cried. “You were totally drained!”
Magnus laughed. “It’ll take more than your fat, slu*tty ass to finish me,” he taunted. “I can bench 225 pounds for fifty reps! You think I can’t handle a thirty-minute assf*ck? Now prepare to get plowed until you squeal for mercy!”
“No,youprepare!” Kiera cried back, pointing a manicured, accusatory finger. “I’m going to drain your balls until you’re nothing but a grease spot on the ground! You think this surprises me? I’ve been f*cking since before you were born!”
Magnus’ face took on a quizzical expression. “Well, I mean… obviously you have. Since you’re my mother, presumably you-”
“Shut up!” shouted Kiera, waving him off. “This gets settled now!” Her hands curled into claws. She braced her feet in her shining stiletto heels and broke into a predatory charge. Magnus, not one to back down in his state of rock-hard readiness, charged as well, and the two peerless Kite bodies collided in the center of the room in an explosion of sweat, hard muscle and jiggling flesh. The older woman hopped into her son’s arms like a spider monkey, wrapping her legs around his midsection while his co*ck slid into her ass-cleavage. Lacing her hands together around his neck, she hissed into his face. “You can’t handle my puss*!”
It took only a slight movement for Magnus to lift her up and down, onto his erect co*ck, which immediately slid deep into her sopping vagin*, splitting her with brutal girth but managing to be pleasurable for them both thanks to the oodles of lube and her well-practiced interior. As his co*ckhead battered her cervix, she sucked on his earlobe and used her hips to lift and drop, taking deeper inches repeatedly and causing her ass to bounce and clap while her huge breasts compressed into ovoid masses of flesh against his chest, her nipples scraping and teasing his skin.
For the first time, they got into a rhythm, not just one working against the other, but working together to thrust in tandem as they gasped and groaned, each muscle on their hard bodies standing and sparkling in the moonlit suite. For five minutes they did the cowgirl carry before Magnus spun Kiera to reverse cowgirl, lifting and dropping her as he stood, plowing away for another five minutes and drilling his long, cum-leaking co*ck deep into her puss*, rearranging her hot, lube-filled guts with his size. Kiera surprised him by transitioning into wheelbarrow, using her slender, toned arms to push herself back up and onto his dong as he held her waist, and after five minutes of that, she spun and placed herself in piledriver for some deep downward dicking.
“I know sex positions you haven’t even dreamed of!” she taunted, but Magnus, having f*cked his way through hundreds of skan*s in hisSizelandcareer, was up to the challenge, spinning around to the degrading reverse piledriver and giving her a view of his muscled teenage ass and balls while he dipped and butter-churned her soaked quim with loud “SLORP!” noises. They went along this way for a while, moaning and grunting, before Kiera flipped herself up and under to doggystyle position on all fours, managing to keep Magnus’ co*ck in her puss* while doing so.
Thirty minutes of doggy-style womb-wrecking failed to draw an org*sm from either of them, though, pre-cum and puss* juice were soaking their thighs and the floor. Kiera spun into a bridge, hooking her legs around him while supporting herself with arms on the floor under herself, and began to thrust her puss* harder into Magnus’ co*ck, taking every inch. Magnus countered with the double-fisted Nipple Nab, drawing a moan as she hung suspended only by his co*ck and her stretched out tit*, but was swiftly countered in turn when Kiera spun underneath and began to pull herself up for thrusts using his ballsack as a handhold. He cried out in a mix of pleasure and discomfort as they stumbled onto the bed, still f*cking, not missing a stroke.
When they found themselves in a staredown, each poised on one hip as Magnus continued to thrust away into his mother’s wet puss*, it was clear they were equally-matched forces, and approaching the endgame. Both son and mother were soaked with sweat and breathing hard from more than an hour and a half of straight f*cking with no breaks… and that was just with each other, to say nothing of the 24 volunteers they’d both eliminated before the main event. The horizontal f*cking was more intimate than other positions, as they were face to face.
“You’re slowing… down,” Kiera puffed, using her hips to milk Magnus’ thrusting co*ck as much as she could. “I’m… nnngh… going to win!”
“Nnngh… no… way!” Magnus replied, trying to catch his wind. “I’m going… nnngh... to make you cum!”
“Y-you’ll… *huff*.... cum first!” Kiera countered, and they both picked up their pace in one final burst of energy, using everything left in their respective gas tanks. The thrusting became a blur. Kiera pulled one of her breasts to her mouth and bit the nipple in ecstasy, moaning as she willed her womb and slick insides to milk Magnus’ co*ck over the edge.
“f*ckin’ cum in my puss* you horse-co*cked stud!” she cried out, wrapping her arms around his neck and throwing one shapely leg over his waist.
“Cum all over my co*ck, you big-titted bitch!” Magnus groaned, pistoning faster than he had in his life, his balls bouncing, his shaft a blur.
Their bodies went electric with convulsion at the same time. Magnus hilted his co*ck and began to spew an intense load of thick sem*n straight into his mother’s womb, splattering her inner walls with his seed. His normally handsome face twisted into the embarrassing, goofy org*sm during which all males would decline to be photographed, a mixed of ecstasy, intensity and release. At the same time, Kiera’s eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out of her mouth while her puss* sprayed a copious squirting org*sm into the air, arcing over both of them and travelling at least ten feet. She clutched Magnus close and made sure her climaxing puss* sucked every drop of sem*n out of his shaft, biting his shoulder to muffle her own cries.
It was the longest, most intense org*sm of either of their lives, their bodies locked in seizure-like congress for minutes on end. Neither seemed in control of their faculties as their loins erupted, balls were completely emptied, a womb as completely filled. The sound of Magnus’ co*ck spurting into Kiera was audible to the surrounding, exhausted ‘volunteers’, some of whom had gathered themselves to observe the evening’s final, climactic f*ck.
For minutes, all was silent. Neither Kite family member stirred, they remained embraced in the sweaty, cum-stained sheets. Whispers began to come from the corners of the room. Who had won? How would a victor be decided? The forty-eight volunteers, in various states of undress, began circle the bed, looking down on the pair, who seemed to be completely unconscious. The most anticipated meeting in the history of Sizeland had had a strange outcome indeed. They would be able to tell other kinksters and swingers and size queens that they had been present on this fateful day, when two titans clashed. But as for which emerged with reputation intact-
But wait.
There was a gasping breath from the bed. Slowly, one shaky arm began to rise.
There had been, it seemed, a victor after all.
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