Chapter 3: Reeling and Revelations

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The morning sun filtered through the campus windows, shining in the light of the new day. However, for Milo Tanner and Coach Vanessa Hart, the light not the new day did anything to clear the fog of yesterday's absurdity. Both still mentally reeling, their minds snagged in visions of the chaotic, naked collision that had unfolded in Vanessa's therapy room. Though the day continued ahead, normal on the surface, however beneath it the day was anything but normal. Vanessa and Milo, struggled internally processing yesterday, their thoughts churned with vivid, inescapable images.

Vanessa traversed through the halls with voluptuous grace, clipboard in hand, her whistle bouncing against her mountainous bosom, swaying with nearly every stride. She tried to focus, daily lessons, practice plans and roster checks, but her mind kept drifting back to Milo's monstrous erection. His enormous cock haunted her, a ridiculous, lengthy girthy veiny image she couldn't erase from her mind. Throughout the day, her mind daydreamed in and out, comparing the impressive appendage to things she came into contact with...

His cock was easily thicker than the coke can, Elaine the history professor was sipping, making her way to her classroom, Vanessa thought, as she walked past. It was definitely even longer than Vanessa's own forearm... Like what is that even? Eighteen inches?... Milo's cock had bulging veins running the length of his cock, like the lines and borders of the World History map, she saw as she passed Mr. Peterson's classroom door. Also, let's not forget those balls, she thought. Milo's balls were similar in size to that of the plums, kiwis or even the tangerines, in the fruit basket in the teacher's lounge... The entire enormous thing so grotesquely huge, but at the same time, like a beautiful masterpiece of meaty proportions.

Vanessa found herself distracted throughout the entirely of the day, with thoughts and fantasies of Milo and his enormous cock. It didn't matter if she was in meetings, office hours or during her classes, her imagination was overcome with scenarios of Milo's titan, many involving absurd circumstances. She imagined Milo as a fireman, where his cock was like a thick vascular firehose, dousing the flames of a burning building with loads of cum. In another, Milo was a major league baseball player using his pulsing veiny cock for a baseball bat. Vanessa even imagined him by the pool in the campus aquatic center, where his cock was a goddamn throbbing pool noodle on steroids.

The scenarios continued throughout the day, becoming more and more absurd. However, it wasn't anything Vanessa could've really helped, nothing in her past could've prepared her for such a sight. It's not like she hadn't seen a large cock before, but not even the biggest and cockiest of her exes came close to Milo. One of her exes was even nine and a half inches in length and another ex only six inches but thick like a shampoo bottle, however, Milo dwarfed them both by a mile combined. She was able to roughly visually measure Milo's beast with her eyes yesterday. She knew he was four FULL handfuls at least, stacked one on the other, with giant cock's apple-sized head still past the fourth. On top of the large appendage's elongated length, she found she couldn't even wrap her fingers around it, her fingertips never even came close to touching... to be honest, a first for her given her 5'11" stature and above average hands size for a woman.

For God's sake, the sheer weight of Milo's cock alone was its own animal. The way his cock had sprung up and clocked her in the face, such heft and force, replayed in her mind on a loop. Vanessa's thoughts even leaned towards genuine concern for Milo's physical well-being. Like... does he have "elephantiasis"?... should she report it as a medical concern? Or, just as a marvel of science?... She'd laugh, then blush, then cursed herself for blushing, afraid others nearby would catch on. The daydreams so intense, the feel of her womanhood moistening from her thoughts. Vanessa would squeeze her thighs together voluntarily and involuntarily at times, imagining what Milo's massive dick would feel like in her... how much it would stretch her insides?

Thoughts swirling throughout the day, slick with her arousal towards that massive meat log was absurd, obscene, and--God help her--mesmerizing. Though her real confusion was, what was a guy like Milo doing with a beast like that between his legs? I mean Milo is a great guy... great team captain... but Jesus... he's not tall... rather short actually?... nor is any other part of seemingly measuring beyond "normal" about him..... and, by all accounts, he can be awkward and insecure to a fault. Yet here we are, Vanessa thought, with Milo having a giant "Grade A" slab of rotund beef hanging with bull balls to match.

Milo, meanwhile, shuffled through his classes in his usual awkward but with a similar state of mind towards Vanessa. Milo, with his gym bag slung over his shoulder and head slightly down, was drowning in the visions of Vanessa's naked curvy body. Those ginormous breasts... massive, lush, easily F-cup or beyond breasts. He daydreamed of how they were swaying as she turned, with nipples like taut ripe berries begging to be sucked. Milo had even taken now off how each of her nipples was surrounded by dusky red beautifully proportioned areolas. How Vanessa's tummy was toned, but not overly muscularly cut--clearly, from years of athleticism-- toned and flat to a fact, but still complimenting her overall curvaceousness. Her hips, wide and rolling, they traveled between swaying with every step... And her ass, God that ass... that ass has to be the most underrated part of her beautiful body, given the majority would probably see those mountainous oversized mammaries as the "main show', but her ass was a sculpted masterpiece. Vanessa's buttocks traveled between states of jiggly and firm, the perfect balance, as she moved. Her skin, a smooth golden tan--warm to the touch--flawlessly glowing in the light.

Overall she was nothing, if not the epitome of strong beauty, powerful seductiveness and curves... Jesus Christ! Curves on curves... Milo thought to himself, as the image of her spun and danced in his mind. Flashing back, to watching her as she slowly revealed her juicy pronounced thick firm --but pliable-- upside-down heart-shaped bubble butt. Remembering, each of her ass cheeks calling out to him, begging to be squeezed and massaged. Would it be wrong to "motorboat" between her beautiful round thick cheeks?... the fantasy played through his mind--every dimple, every flex of her thighs, every ripple and wave of her breasts and butt in motion.

And then there was him--a freak show--the body and demeanor of Dr. Jekyll, with the roided up bastard of a "Hyde-cock" with two giant grotesque balls for traveling companions.. How could a woman, like Vanessa, ever see him any different? How could he ever be anything other than a misshapen misproportioned monster?

Mentally, he was a wreck, ping-ponging between being awestruck by Vanessa and his own internal mortification. Emotionally, he felt exposed, raw, insecure, yet buzzing with a strange, hungry energy. Physically, he fought a losing battle against random stirrings in his shorts, his comically huge cock engorging at the worst moments, forcing him to adjust his stance and seated positions mid-lectures.

The day plodded on between them both... with them sharing quick hallway glances, to gym class lunges where Vanessa's eyes lingered too long on Milo's shorts wondering how the thick python between his legs wasn't just flopping and hanging out for all to see. The awkwardness continued, right up to practice where Milo's shots in pool were sharp, but his focus wavered every time Vanessa paced the deck, her lycra racerback one-piece showing off her beautifully toned legs and wide hips, with her ass cheeks slightly eating the backside of the tight suit, while her red breaker worked in overtime trying to conceal her undeniably massive breasts. Their exchanges during practice were short and brief at best, overly polite... nothing like before, as the air hummed with unspoken tension and awkwardness between them. By the time practice ended, the team dispersed, leaving the pool quiet under the evening sky.

Vanessa caught Milo as he lingered by the bleachers, towel over his shoulder. In her mind, she knew she had to do something and something had to give. The tension between the two, being unbearable and interfering with their Coach/Athlete dynamic, was completely unacceptable for her. Maybe another try at a tutoring session? Maybe that would cut through this awkwardness? Strengthening her resolve, she shot her shot. "Hey, Tanner," she said, her voice a touch too loud and casual. "You coming by tonight? Macbeth's not gonna write itself, you know. If you're still up for it, I mean."

Milo caught off guard, surprised the lifeline he'd just been thrown, hadn't snapped midair after yesterday's fiasco. "Oh--uh--yeah, Coach. That'd be great. I mean, if you're sure. I'm still kinda... you know, lost with it." He managed a small, sheepish grin. Vanessa nodded, the relief in her face showing that he hadn't just quickly declined and bolted.

"Cool. Same deal as before--follow me over after showers", Vanessa said, spinning on her heels before he could see her flush. Milo, taking notice of the way her ass cheeks bounced and jiggled, as her hips swayed with every stride across the wet pool concrete, felt a sense of relief.

Milo drove to Vanessa's bungalow, following behind her as instructed, parked, and shuffled inside, managing to bypass Mrs. Carter's prying eyes. At the dining room table, they spread out all the necessary books and materials, preparing to breakdown soliloquies and movements, but the air was still thick with distraction. Both going through the motions, attempting to jointly break the tension looming over them.

In one instance, Vanessa leaned over to point at a passage, her shirt straining against her huge chest, giving the opportunity to view her immense amount of cleavage, and Milo's eyes took full advantage darted there, then away, his pencil tapping nervously. Another, when he mumbled something about Lady Macbeth, and Vanessa laughed too loud, her hand brushing his arm before she yanked it back, in tension fueled discomfort.

"So, uh, 'blood will have blood,' right?", Milo asked, his voice cracking. "That's... intense."

"Yes, very intense", Vanessa replied, her eyes flicking to his lap, then up. "Like... some things--", she cleared her throat, "just... stick with you, you know? Too massive--uh-- to let go." She winced mid sentence, realizing the innuendo, as Milo choked on a laugh, dropping his pencil.

"Totally, like hard--uh, I'm mean, difficult to forget", Milo stammered, they both froze, faces red, the undertone of eroticism crackling between them.

After an hour or so, of fumbling through Shakespeare, Vanessa slammed her book shut. The tension in the room had reached a breaking point for her, she couldn't take it and something had to give. She looked at Milo, his head looking down in his textbook, concealing his handsomely boyish face, tapping his pencil like if he stopped he'd die.

Vanessa took a deep breath, exhaled and exclaimed, "Okay, let's take a break. We need to have a serious conversation. This--" She gestured between them, her eyes glancing at Milo to the space between them and back, her hands stirring the air in front of her as though she was mixing it--"is a mess."

Milo nodded in agreement, swallowing hard. "Yeah. A big mess."

They sat there, the space between them a flimsy barrier. Vanessa's massive breasts heaving with every breath exhaling, running a hand through her hair.

"I'm your Coach and you're my Captain.", she stated with firm resolve, "We need to be cohesive and be comfortable communicating with each other. This whole awkward situation has strained that ability with us. There's an "elephant in the room"... or more so, an "elephant dick"..."

Milo squirmed, showing his discomfort, as he continued to listen to Vanessa...

"Like let's cut to the real meat of the situation...", Vanessa, her resolve building fueled by her frustrations. "Basically, I can't get you out of my head, Milo. That... THING... of yours--it's ridiculous. I keep seeing it, measuring it in my mind, getting smacked by it... it literally knocking me over... It's driving me nuts!"

Milo laughed, a shaky, honest sound. "Same, Coach. You--naked--it's all I can think about. Those... uh... ", his hands scanning and waving frustratedly around her curvaceous form, "EVERYTHING... I'm a wreck."

Vanessa leaned forward, eyes locked on Milo's. "So what do we do, Milo? Because ignoring it's not working and yesterday seemed to only add to it."

He hesitated, then as though something inside of him broke, he blurted, "Maybe... we don't ignore it? Like, maybe we take it and go upstairs... To the bedroom...".

What was he saying? Did I just say that out loud? Milo thought to himself, panic kicking in, "I mean--if you want. I'm not--I'm just saying. It's an option... on the table."

Moments of silence passed, Milo's uncontrollable burst of idiotic confidence completely eradicated. "I don't know why i just said that? Or even what I'm doing, Coach. But--like my mouth is still going", Milo stammered in his state of awkward embarrassment, his hands motioning around his face with his shoulders shrugging..."-but i don't know what's coming out."

"Okay," Vanessa cut in plainly, as she stood up from her chair, pushing it under the table.

Milo seemingly stuck, in his awkward state from having her words slam the brakes on his thought processes, into complete and utter bafflement. "I'm sorry... What?", he said blinking rapidly.

"Okay. Let's do that. Come on.", Vanessa, again, plainly stated, without any inkling of humor, as she began moving away from the table towards the staircase in the living room.

Milo sat there still stunned initially by his own prior boldness, now from being completely floored by Coach's response. Never in his wildest dreams would he have expected her to agree with such an idea. Where did that even come from?

"Are you in or out, Tanner", Vanessa seductively asked, her words grabbed him, reaching into his soul, pulling him up out of his seat to his feet, as he stumbled after her, heart pounding.

"In... I'm in... definitely in... yeah.", he overly enthusiastically replied, moving from his chair across the room with the grace of a newborn baby giraffe. Milo tripped over his backpack on the floor, stumbling to the floor only to pop up with a cool and casual "I'm good".

Vanessa smirked, her eyes holding back laughter from seeing Milo fall and nearly instantly recover, she thought even fumbling awkwardly he's so cute. Vanessa led Milo to the stairs leaving up to her master bedroom, her hips swaying with each step up on the staircase. Her tone legs visibly flexing in her yoga pants with her tight Polo hugging every curve of her torso. Milo, following behind Vanessa, was mesmerized by her ass cheeks bouncing... the way her legs flexed, the sheer power of her athletic movements. Vanessa glanced back, catching his wide-eyed stare, taking in the awkwardness asking with the insecurity in his hunched shoulders and his fumbling steps from a moment ago. In her eyes, Milo was adorable, and it hit her hard--how endearing he was, how sweet he was, how unlike anyone she'd ever known he was. Milo's sense of self, being so unaware of his attractiveness and allure. If anyone deserves this, she thought, it's him... and if anyone deserves that monster between his awkwardly adorable legs, it's her.

They reached the bedroom, a spacious room with a king-sized bed, soft lighting, and a faint scent of lavender and coconut. Vanessa turned to Milo, her gaze softened as she continued taking the lead...

"Okay, Tanner. Undress. Let's do this right.", Vanessa said as she began to undress as well.

Milo nodded, hands trembling as he kicked off his shoes, peeling off his shirt in a single deft motion. However his fingers trembled uneasily, as they headed to the fastener of his jeans, where his true insecurities lied. Vanessa, shed her top and her bra--her massive breasts spilling free and dropping. Milo paused from his button struggle in time to see her breasts sway freely, pillowy yet firm, an arousing sight like no other.

Vanessa, her thumbs tucking behind her waistbands, began peeling her leggings and panties off. She bent over, nearly at a right angle, as her leggings and panties rolled down her long elegantly powerful legs, ending on the floor. She lifted one foot at a time, pulling each legging past her ankles and feet, ending with tossing the articles of clothing to the side somewhere. Vanessa, completely focused and in the moment--normally very tidy,--couldn't have cared less about where those leggings and underwear landed.

As she stood back up--Vanessa, now completely nude-- took a moment to stretch and arch her back, gently angling alternatingly to her sides. The long languished movements of her stretching, made her seem like an athlete about to perform an exercise. Her body was on full display and Milo was drinking it in, add he continued fighting his pants button with his anxious hands. Once done with her stretch, Vanessa noticed Milo, still fumbling with the button of his jeans, his nerves getting the best of him.

Instinctively, Vanessa reached out, covering his shaky hands, giving them a gentle slight squeeze. Milo looked up as soon as he felt Vanessa's hands, the nervousness in his face, only to gaze upon Vanessa's comforting sweet smile. Her slim elegant fingers steadied Milo's awkward fumbling hands, helping him to unbutton his jeans, then allowing him to continue to undress on his own, until they both stood naked, facing each other.

Milo's eyes roamed his extremely attractive Coach again, drinking in the sight, his titanic cock already stirring, awakening like a dragon from slumber. Vanessa smirked, stepping closer, her confidence mingling with a flicker of nerves.

"Here we go," she murmured with a wide eyed expression, looking down at the sleeping giant between Milo's legs.

As they both mutually paused for a moment, the room seemed to shrink, the world narrowing to just the two of them. The dusk evening light coming in from the second floor window caused a hazy glowing effect of golden warmth, the soft hum of the ceiling fan barely audible over the charged silence and electricity between them. Milo and Vanessa stood naked in front of each other, their discarded clothes strewn across the soft carpeted floor. Vanessa's sharp green eyes roamed over Milo's lean, yet muscular frame, the awkward insecure slight hunch of his shoulders, the way his hands fluttered nervously before settling at his sides as if he were unsure of where they belonged. She smirked, a playful glint as an attempt to cut through the nerves, as her eyes trailed down to giant daunting cock that nearly hung down to Milo's knees, before her cheeks puffed with an audible exhale.

"Alright, Tanner, let's not make this weirder than it already is--just relax, okay? Get on the bed, lie back, put that pretty head on the pillow and get comfortable." Her much needed instructions mixed with her calming voice, her role as his coach clearly bleeding over, help Vanessa calm Milo's nerves. Milo found Vanessa's voice and instruction, familiar and comforting. "We're gonna ease into this, nice and slow--like a warm-up lap during practice, but, you know, sexier and naked."

Milo's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, his hand brushing through his sandy hair.

"Uh--yeah, okay, Coach," he mumbled, his voice cracked slightly like a teenager caught sneaking a peek at a magazine.

He moved toward Vanessa's bed--the sprawling king-sized affair with a plush gray bed set that looked way too luxurious for himself--and climbed on with all the grace of a newborn foal. Milo's knees wobbled, his hands splayed for balance, and he scooted backward in a clumsy crab-walk, his bare ass brushing faintly against the fabric until his head finally came to rest onto the pillow. He lay there, sprawled out, legs slightly apart, his sizeable meaty flaccid cock flopped over his leg and his large globular balls were resting on the plush comforter, as he stared up at Vanessa with a mix of insecurity and anticipation.

Vanessa elegantly followed next, her curvaceous form swaying, with a gracefully catlike sexiness, climbing onto the large bed with a predator's ease, a symphony of controlled muscle, flowing smoothly, coming up beside him. Her gaze dropped immediately to his flaccid, comically enormous penis, resting draped over his thigh like a sleeping beast. It was a sight--a thick, veiny elongated slab of flesh, paler against his tanned skin, dangling nearly to his knee, even soft, with a rosy, bulbous head that looked like it could double as an upside down apple.

Vanessa's eyes trailed back up Milo's athletic lean muscles form, tracing a finger across and between the lines is. his well defined abs. Milo flinched slightly from the Vanessa finger caressing him, causing his muscles to flex. Vanessa lustfully smirked and licked her lips, seeing Milo's huge cock jump and move with his flinching, before her lips touched his. Vanessa planted small little lingering kisses, her hands moving and caressing Milo's body as she did, with her lips extending their time on his. Milo kissed her back, the passion between them increasing, as his hands came up from the bed to caress and feel Vanessa sides and the backs of her toned arms.

The feel of Milo's unsteady but strong hands caressing Vanessa's skin sent little tingling electric shocks of slightly ticklish pleasure, through her nerves. She felt his hands become more brazen, gently cupping and squeezing her breasts, pressing and lifting them slightly together. Her mountainous bossom overflowing in his form but gentle cupping, the pillowy mounds undulating under his squeezing hands. Milo's thumbs instinctively found Vanessa's dusky red nipples, gently caressing them as they became taut under his touch. His touch caused Vanessa, her lips still pressed against his, to let out an audible moan; a slightly husky erotic tone escaping from deep within her. She broke their kiss, her lips leaving Milo's yearning for more, as she captured his eyes with hers.

Vanessa's seductive gaze, full of sensual lust and anticipation, burned through Milo like a hot iron. Feeling himself getting list within her stare, his nerves creeped back in, his insecurities getting the better of him. He knew what was coming and it terrified him... Would she back out? How could he ever look at her again? He'd have to quit the team and move... so many thoughts raced through Milo's head as he stared into her eyes.

Vanessa saw Milo's insecurity returning, so brave and bold with his hands moments ago, now seeing the reality of his fears resettling in. The intensity of their actions, the feel of each other's lips and caresses, causing him to retreat. Vanessa decided in that moment she'd have to lighten the mood, lower the intense vibrations between them and bring him back... bring him back to this moment... to this room... to her.

Vanessa taking control let out a low, exaggerated playful whistle, shaking her head in mock disbelief. "Holy hell, Tanner, look at this thing! It's like a goddamn firehose just chilling out, waiting for the alarm to go off. Flaccid and still bigger than most guys' egos-" She saw Milo grin, insecurity leaving his face, her playfulness and banter relieving his nerves.

"How do you even manage with it? I mean, I've seen some equipment in my day, but this is like the grand prize at the county fair!", She winked slyly, the comedic edge easing tension, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of true raw fascination.

Vanessa hand reached down her fingers trembling slightly hovering just above the large mass of flesh... not from fear, but from the sheer anticipation and the absurdity of its size... she caressed the length of Milo's thick--currently flacid --shaft, in a petting like manner. Talking hold of him after a few petting caresses, she let its floppy, meaty weight settle into and hang over in her grasp. Milo's weighty floppy manhood, still pliable, was warm, velvety soft yet heavy, like she'd just picked up an overly-plump, sausage from the deli counter. Even soft, Vanessa presumed, Milo's cock to be close to-- if not over-- a foot long.

"God, I was so amazed by the sheer dimensions, I nearly forgot just how hefty he is", Vanessa mused, her voice dipping into a husky tease. "Feels like I'm holding an overstuffed kielbasa--or maybe one of those long pork loins."

She slid her hand lower, cupping his balls, and her brows shot up as she felt their size in her palm--two massive orbs, heavy and full, hanging low in their sack like ripe, kiwis plucked straight from the vine. Vanessa wiggled her fingers and thumbed the large orbs gently, jostling his testicles in her hands, feeling them through the silky skin of Milo's scrotum.

"And these? Jesus H. Christ, Milo, these are like... tennis balls! No, scratch that--even bigger, maybe. How do you even walk with these swinging around?", Vanessa half joking half serious in nature.

The feel of Vanessa's fingers sent tingling electric shocks of erotic sensation to Milo's brain. His body vibrated with arousal and excitement, surpassing any encounter in his past. In truth, by now, most would've either run for the hills or he'd be finding himself apologizing profusely.

"I'm guessing you're use to them by now?", she mused with a sly smirk, rolling his testicles and caressing with her thumbs. "I bet you've ruined some tissues... How much cum do think I'm going to get out of these?... Should we measure in pints?... Or gallons?"

Vanessa continued rolling his balls, fondling gently, between her fingers, marveling at their density, smooth as silk with a sheen catching the light, and a giggle slipped out, undercutting the erotic heat with pure, goofy wonder. Her delicate touch--light, teasing, almost ticklish--sent a jolt through Milo, and his breath hitched, a soft moans and gasps escaping his lips.

Under her caressing of his balls, his cock stirred, twitching like a fat lazy snake rousing from a nap. Vanessa reached for his thickening shaft, grasping him delicately as it thickened. The veins Milo's cock pulsing steadily as it swelled, lengthening inch by ridiculous inch.

"Well, damn," she murmured, her voice dropping to a sultry purr laced with amusement. "Look at this... he's waking up, stretching out like it's got somewhere to be. Feels like... God, like a python uncoiling in my hand, all muscle and flesh, hot and heavy, getting thicker by the second. It's like holding a large loaf that's baking itself bigger--only way sexier and way weirder." Vanessa glanced up at Milo, her lips quivering. "How's this feel, huh? You and me, doing... whatever this is?"

Milo's face was a furnace, glowing red as he gripped the sheets, his knuckles whitening, his eyes not knowing if they should be open or closed. "It-It's... uh--good? Like, really... good? Your hands are warm..-an-and they make him tingly, I guess?... Kinda scary, too, because it's a lot to take in... Coach--I'm just... I dunno,... I'm along for the ride?"

His voice quivered and stammered as he babbled his sentences, full of arousal and uncertainty, his eyes darting like a scared rabbit in the middle of a field. Milo nodded briefly and sporadically, at times, letting Vanessa know her touches felt good... as if agreeing might make this less surreal, his insecurity still a living thing twisting in his chest, but he didn't pull away... He couldn't, really--too mesmerized by her touch, her presence, her ridiculous beauty and grace.

"I understand Milo, it's definitely going to be... "a lot to take in"... for me too.", Vanessa grinned winking humorously... her hand slowly stroking, as her other slipped in under to join the party. Long slow, luxurious strokes with the occasional subtle twists, working his semi-erect girthy serpent to a hardened rigid thickness and with a flash of smile, she leaned down, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders as her lips hovered above the now erect head.

"Alright, Tanner, let's see if I can tame this beast.", her breathy speech wafting over his engorged cockhead as she moved to take him into her mouth.

Vanessa's teased the tip of Milo's huge cock, subtly tickling his cockhole with her tongue, as she parted her full luscious lips to take him in. Her tongue slipping out to moistened her lips, only to dart back in as a glob of spit appeared from her lips. The large droplet fluidly hanging from her pursed lips, as Vanessa erotically drizzled and swirled the droplet around his large bulbous cockhead, her hand sliding up to help coat and slather the thick lubricating glob. Once the spongy head glistened, she slowly savouring every initial sensation, lowered her head again and took him past her full lips, into her hot, wet mouth... a Herculean task that stretched her jaw to its limits, the thick girth forcing her mouth wide like she was trying to swallow an apple whole, and that was just the tip.

Simultaneously, as Vanessa took Milo's cockhead in, the taste hit her tongue, instantly: a heady mix of salt and musk, a faint tang of chlorine clinging to his skin from the pool earlier, layered with a raw, masculine earthiness that made her pulse quicken. The head alone being the mouthful it was, plump and velvety, pressing against her tongue with a firm insistence that sent a shiver down her spine. She sucked gently, her lips sliding over the head and down the shaft, but it was a laughable struggle--barely, maybe, a third of his massive erection fit, the rest jutting out like a defiant flagpole, slicked with her spit. Her hands wrapped around the base, fingers not even close to meeting, and she twisted and stroked with expert precision, the long motions slick and rhythmic, a wet "shlick-shluck" filling the air as she worked him over.

As she pleasured his cock, Vanessa thought to herself, she'd never needed to cover so much "real estate" with her techniques before, Milo was so long and thick, most guys wouldn't even come close to the amount of effort she was having to put into this. Vanessa's mind wandered, as her head languidly bobbed and sucked, the thought that she should actually measure this gigantic godlike marvel, danced through her head, as she painstakingly and passionately worshipped his enormous cock.

Milo's head tipped back, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as his hips twitched upward involuntarily. The sensation was a tidal wave--her mouth a hot, wet furnace, her tongue swirling around the tip like a teasing dance, sending electric bolts straight to his core. Vanessa's lips stretched tight around him, her partially outstretched tongue palpitating, caressing the underside of his shaft and drooling lubricating saliva onto him, making his skin glisten... she was sucking with just enough pressure to make his toes curl, while her hands moved in tandem, a slippery, twisting grip that squeezed and pulled in perfect sync. It was overwhelming, a flood of heat and pressure that made his balls tighten and his breath come in ragged gasps.

"It's--ugh--God, it's so... fe-feels so... g-good," he rasped, his voice cracking with arousal. "Hot, wet--like... with like vibrations around me or something. I can't--I can't believe this is real."

Milo was stunned he hadn't burst already; his enormous cock, so rarely touched by anyone but his own deft hands, throbbed with a desperate, aching need. His mind flickered to past disasters--awkward high school hookups where one girl had giggled and bolted telling her friends who teased him, another had gagged and called it quits, leaving him red-faced with embarrassment, his self-esteem deflated. Those had been mortifying, soul-crushing failures. But this? Vanessa's skill, her relentless determination--it was a goddamn miracle. He refocused, watching her struggle to take him, her lips stretched obscenely, her hands slick with her own saliva and a glistening strands of precum, and he marveled at her, lost in the sensation.

Twenty minutes, maybe more of this luxurious pleasure giving and then Vanessa pulled her mouth off of him, an audible gasp escaping, her chest heaving, a mix of strands of spit and precum connecting her lips to his glistening hard cock. It was saturated now--drenched in her saliva, glistening with precum, a towering, veiny monolith ready for action.

"Okay, Tanner," she panted, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "you're good to go. Reach into the nightstand--grab a condom. Let's get this show on the road."

Milo fumbled, nearly toppling off the bed as he leaned over, yanking the drawer open with a clatter, his ginormous lengthy fat cock swaying like a ship's mast in the wind. He fished out a gold foil packet, hands shaking like he'd just run a sprint, his stomach in knots, and handed it to her. Vanessa ripped the condom packet open with her teeth, a feral little grin on her face, and knelt between his legs, eyeing his erection like a wrestler sizing up an opponent. She tried to roll it on--an unfortunately, slapstick struggle that had her muttering curses under her breath. The condom stretched over the head, the latex straining like a balloon about to pop, but as she tugged it down his shaft, elastic ring at the gave a loud snap and tore, it flew up from the release of tension, landing limp-ish, stretched and deflated on Milo's toned stomach.

"Oh, for the love of--seriously?!" Vanessa groaned, flicking the ruined rubber aside shaking her head. "What is this, a prank? Hand me another one--we're not giving up that easy."

He grabbed another, and this time she went slow, coaxing it over the tip with painstaking care, stretching it like a tightrope walker testing a line. It slid down, groaning and stretching under the pressure, but stopped a far cry short of halfway, refusing to budge further despite Vanessa's best efforts. She sat back on her heels, laughing in frustration. "Well, shit, that's good enough, I guess! It's the thought that counts, right? We're rolling with it!"

Her tone was pure comedy, a mix of exasperation and determination, as she shot him a wink. She climbed atop him, straddling his hips, her massive breasts swaying like pendulums, coming to rest heavily on his chest, as she positioned herself, her body heat radiating on his. The first touch of her pussy against him--her slick, dripping heat brushing his tip--lubricated the condom and made her gasp, a sharp, needy sound. She lowered herself, inch by torturous inch, and the sensation was indescribable. He stretched her wide, the girth of an oversized coke can, her walls parting with a delicious, burning stretch that bordered on too much, the large latex-clad head, slickening from her wetness and oral effort, forged a path deep inside her.

"Goddamn, Milo," she breathed, her voice a husky growl, "you're sooo fucking huge--feels like I'm impaling myself. Thick, hot, pulsing--like I'm sliding down a steel pole wrapped in velvet. It's splitting me open, stretching my insides, but--FUCK--it's so good."

Her inner muscles clenched around him, fluttering as she adjusted, a wet, sucking heat enveloping him as she sank lower, taking nearly two-thirds of his length before her thighs trembled and she paused, panting, her nails digging into his chest. Was she near orgasm already? If this leviathan was going to be conquer she'd need to pace herself, she thought...

As Vanessa lowered herself down his huge cock more, Milo's hands gripped her thighs, fingers sinking into her firm flesh, his eyes locked on where their bodies met--her glistening lips stretched taut around his thick girth. The condom a strained, shiny sleeve not even halfway down his shaft, acted as progress measure or litmus. The sensation was a revelation--tight, slick, a molten pyre of heat that gripped him like a vacuum, sucking him deeper with every inch she took.

"It's--UGH--so tight," he stammered, his voice a wrecked mess. "Like... warm, wet silk, squeezing me--God, you feel so g-good... I can feel every little move, every ripple inside you."

His hips bucked slightly, a reflex he couldn't control, and he moaned, overwhelmed. "It's insane, Coach--I'm--I'm losing my mind."

Her weight atop him, the slow grind of her hips, the rise and fall of her breasts as she rode him--it was a sensory overload, every nerve screaming with pleasure. Emotionally, he was flying--desired, devoured, his insecurities melting under her hunger. Physically, he teetered on the brink, his balls tight, his cock throbbing as she claimed him, inch by glorious, intense inch, her body a perfect, comedic chaos of lust and laughter.

As Vanessa rode Milo with a wild, relentless rhythm, her hips rolling like a tidal wave crashing against a shore. The half assed-condom clung valiantly to his monstrous shaft, stretched to its comical limit, while her massive breasts bounced with every thrust, slapping against his chest with a rhythmic thwack-thwack that could've been the soundtrack to a slapstick porno. Milo's hands danced between squeezing her mountainous breasts to gripping her toned thick ass and hips, his fingers sinking into her plush, muscled flesh, the air was thick with their gasps, groans, and the occasional burst of incredulous laughter.

After a length of time, their vigorous energies reached a peak for Vanessa, she drove down, taking him deeper--nearly two-thirds of his behemoth now buried in her slick, clenching heat--she felt the pressure building, a molten coil tightening in her core. "Oh, FUCK, Milo," she panted, her voice a ragged, husky growl laced with absurdity, "it's like--like a goddamn wine bottle in there! Every inch is--JESUS--it's stretching me to the moon and back, hot and thick, pounding me like I'm a drum in a marching band! I can feel it--FUCK--pulsing, filling me up, like my whole body's gonna split open and sing hallelujah! I'm gonna cum so HARD!"

Her walls fluttered around him, a wet, sucking grip that squeezed tighter with every thrust, her clit grinding against his shaft, sending electric jolts up her spine. It was overwhelming, a delicious burn morphing into a tidal wave of pleasure, and she laughed through gritted teeth, the sound half-mad, half-ecstatic. "I'm gonna--I'm gonna cum, Tanner-- I'm gonna FUCKIN' yeah... NOW!--Tanner... AAAAaaaRRRrrGGgHhhhh!!!"

Milo's head thrashed against the pillow, his his hair plastered with sweat, his brown eyes wide and wild as he teetered on the edge, the pulsations and electricity from Vanessa's orgasm overwhelming his senses, her body violently shaking atop him. "Coach--God--it's--uh--so hot---TIGHT, gripping so HARD!---- so HOT," he stammered, his voice a wrecked, high-pitched mess. "Feels like--like my dick's gonna ERUPT, all wet and--SHIT!--squeezing me like a FUCKIN' vice! Every move you make--it's--fuck--it's like fireworks, like my balls are gonna burst!"

The sensation was earth-shattering for Vanessa--her slick heat swallowing him, her inner contradictions milking him with every roll of her hips her sex coaxing him to release, the pressure in his groin a roaring freight train barreling toward a cliff. He bucked beneath her, his hips jerking up erratically, and he laughed--a choked, desperate sound--because it was too much, too good, too absurd to process. "I can't--I'm gonna--oh shit, IT'S HAPPENING!", Milo shouting his announcement.

And then it did. Milo's climax hit like a detonation, his cock throbbing violently as he exploded inside her--load after load after load, a torrential flood of hot, thick cum that blasted through the strained condom and into her depths.

"Fuck--f--FUCK! HHHhhNNnnGhgAaHhhh!", he yelled, his voice cracking into a comical falsetto as his hips spasmed, his balls clenching and flexing so hard they ached and throbbed from the force. He felt it--wave after wave, an endless gush that seemed to defy physics, spilling out of her... the condom must've broke... even seeping past the condom's pathetic halfway mark. It ran down his shaft in warm, sticky rivulets, coating his balls, dripping onto the mattress with a wet plop-plop-plop that sounded like a bad plumbing job.

" FUCK meee!" he gasped, half-laughing, half-horrified. "I'm... ughh... d-... diz-zzy... FUCK... fuck... Shit! I think i might pass out!"

Vanessa felt his massive meat pulse savagely inside of her--she reach her arm behind her, her hand finding his balls--squeezing them gently helping massage them through his violent orgasm... the sudden, overwhelming rush of his release flooding her, rope after rope, the excess squeezing out around him, hot and slick, trickling down his shaft and pooling beneath them. The whole circus of it all, tipped her over the edge, causing another orgasm to crash through her, catching her off guard, like a goddamn earthquake.

"Holy--SHIT--mother-FUCKER!" she screamed, her voice a raw, obscene roar as her body convulsed, shaking like she'd been hit by a live wire. Her walls clamped down on him, pulsing wildly, a wet, rhythmic squeeze that milked every last drop as she thrashed atop him.

"It's--fuck--it's like a volcano erupting in my pussy! I'm--Goddamn it--FUCK, Tanner, I'm fuckin'---can't take it!", Vanessa explained, her hips jerking, thighs trembling, and her breasts bounced so hard they nearly slapped her chin, the sensation a blinding, earth-shattering mix of pleasure and chaos. She uncontrollably laughed and cried through it, a manic, breathless cackle with tears flooding her eyes, because it was so ridiculous--so over-the-top--that she couldn't help it.

Their climaxes collided in a symphony of absurdity, Milo's relentless torrent meeting Vanessa's shuddering, profanity-laced explosion, until they both collapsed in a heap of sweat and satisfaction. Vanessa laid limp and paralyzed on Milo, her legs sprawled out, her body feeling like jelly vibrating, ecstasy flowing through her. Milo's massive cock still in her, his arms splayed outwards on the bed his body feel completely spent. After a few minutes of them laying collapsed into either, Milo's python-like thick dick softened, slipping from Vanessa's red-hot tight wetness, still vibrating, slid out with a wet "schloop", globs of cum releasing with it, flopping out, on the way down, slapping both of their thighs, until it thudded onto the plush bed.

Realizing she was no longer restrained by Milo's large appendage, Vanessa wearily rolled off of Milo's and onto her back beside him, her body still trembling, her chest heaving as aftershocks rippled through her. Milo lay there, panting, his enormous manhood--glossy, glistening, soaked in a mix of cum, saliva, and her juices--resting heavily with a plum-sized testicle on either side, a saturated, floppy beast that looked like it'd just run a marathon. The, now broken, condom still stretched around his thick shaft, a sad, defeated scrap of latex that had clearly lost the war.

"Holy... shit, Tanner," Vanessa wheezed, her voice hoarse, her dark hair plastered to her forehead as she stared at the ceiling. "That was--that was like getting fucked by a goddamn freight train with a cum cannon finish! Look at this mess--your monster of a cocoa cock's made... and my cum mixing with yours has your giant dick lookin' like a fuckin' Slip 'N Slide now, Tanner! I'm still shaking--feel like I just rode a bucking bronco!" She laughed, a throaty, exhausted sound, and waved a hand at his glistening cock. "You're a walking marvel, you know that?"

Milo turned his head, his face flushed and sweaty, a dazed grin tugging at his lips. "Yeah--uh--sorry about... that? It's--God--it's like I unloaded a gallon or something! I can still feel it dripping down my balls--it's... it's everywhere, Coach! Y-You're--you're amazing, though. I didn't know it could feel like... like a fuckin' rollercoaster on fire!" He chuckled, the sound shaky and sheepish, his eyes darting to her trembling form. "You okay? That was... uh... loud."

She snorted a laugh, rolling onto her side to face him, her breasts jiggling as she propped herself up on an elbow. "Loud? I think I just woke up Mrs. Carter next door--she's probably calling the cops, thinking I'm being murdered by a sex monster! I'm fine, though--better than fine. That was... shit, that was like an Olympic event. Your dick deserves a gold medal--and a mop."

She glanced down at the soaked sheets, then back at him, her grin wicked. "Guess we're even now, huh? No more awkwardness--just a big, wet, ridiculous bang."

Milo laughed, a full, goofy sound that shook his chest. "Yeah--even! Totally even! Though--uh--I think my cock's gonna need a timeout after that. It's... it's just lying there like a drowned kielbasa now. You're... uh... you're something else, Coach. I'm still seeing stars."

She reached over, patting his chest with a sweaty hand, her touch lingering. "Good. Stars are a bonus. Now, let's just... lie here and not drown in our mess, okay? Practice tomorrow's gonna be a riot--I'm calling you 'Cum Cannon' in my head from now on." She winked, collapsing back with a dramatic flop, and they both dissolved into breathless, exhausted giggles, the erotic absurdity of it all wrapping them in a strange, sweaty glow.

The bedroom air hung thick with the scent of sweat and sex, wrapping Milo and Vanessa in a strange, sweaty glow as they lay sprawled across the soaked sheets, their laughter fading into heavy breaths. Vanessa's body still twitched with aftershocks of pure ecstasy, her massive F-cup breasts heaving as she propped herself up on an elbow, her dark hair a wild tangle framing her flushed face. Milo lay beside her, his glistening, floppy manhood sprawled across his thigh like a defeated champion, his chest rising and falling as he stared at the ceiling, dazed.

Vanessa's lips curled into a sultry smirk, her voice dropping to a husky purr laced with playful mockery.

"Well, damn, Tanner, you're a fuckin' force of nature, you know that? I'm lying here, still quaking like I just got off the world's horniest rollercoaster, and you--you're just... ready for round two already, aren't you? That thing--" She said shaking her head at his cock, still glossy with their combined mess--"it's like a goddamn Energizer bunny with a PhD in pounding. Big fella' just doesn't stay down."

Milo blinked, his face flushing as he glanced down, catching the first twitch of life in his ridiculous endowment. "Uh--yeah, I guess? It's--uh--it's got a mind of its own, Coach. Like, I tell it to chill, but it's all 'nah, bro, we're back in the game!'" He chuckled, awkward and sheepish, watching as it thickened, the veins alive and pulsing as it rose to its full, rigid glory--eighteen inches of veiny, soda can-thick absurdity standing proud once more.

Vanessa's eyes widened, then narrowed with a wicked grin. "Holy shit, Milo, your stamina's unreal! Look at that beast--it's insatiable, unstoppable--like some horny superhero dong! Captain Cum-a-lot, reporting for duty!" She laughed rich and teasing... propping herself up further, her breasts swaying enticingly.

"Guess we're not done yet, huh?"He nodded, scratching the back of his neck, his voice a nervous rasp. "Yeah--uh--it's like it's got its own agenda. I'm just along for the ride, I swear." His eyes locked on hers, a mix of insecurity and growing heat flickering in them.

"Agenda, huh? Well, I'm game," she purred, rolling onto her hands and knees with a slow, deliberate arch of her back. "Let's switch it up--doggy style, Tanner. Get behind me and show me what that monster's really got."

Her tone was sultry, commanding, yet undercut with a comedic wink as she wiggled her ample hips, her round, firm ass jiggling invitingly. Milo scrambled into position, his movements clumsy but eager, kneeling behind her as she braced herself on all fours. He gripped her hips--those lush, wide curves that felt like warm silk under his palms--and lined himself up, the head of his cock brushing her slick entrance. With a slow, deep thrust, he sank into her, inch by thick, veiny inch, and the sensation was immediate, overwhelming. She was tight--impossibly so--her walls gripping him like a hot, wet fist, sucking him deeper with every push.

"God--fuck--Coach," he groaned, his voice raw, "you're so tight, like--like a goddamn velvet vice or something! Hot, slick, squeezing me--it's like fuckin' a volcano, but--better? Shit, your ass--" He trailed off, mesmerized by the sight of her cheeks, plump and perfect, rippling faintly as his massive balls--those heavy, low-hanging grapefruits--slapped against the backs of her thighs with a meaty thwack-thwack. Instinct took over, and he raised a hand, delivering a sharp slap to her right cheek, watching the flesh jiggle in waves like a slow-motion tsunami.

Vanessa let out a gasping yelp, then moaned, the sting igniting a fresh surge of heat. "Oh--fuck YES, Milo! That's it--SMACK it again! Feels like--like you're rearranging my insides with that goddamn battering RAM! So full--FUCK--I can feel those big-ass balls smacking me, like they're trying to leave bruises!"

Vanessa laughed, a throaty, ecstatic sound, as Milo thrust deeper, her walls stretching to accommodate his massiveness. The pressure of his Titanic cock stretching her insides was a delicious burn that filled her to the brim. Milo's cock was a relentless force, hot and pulsing, thrusting every thick inch he could fit driving her wild, her clit throbbing as it ground ground against his monstrous cock.

"Fuck! Milo! Your dick's--FUCK--it's like a endless train plowing through me", Vanessa explained through tagged breaths of ecstasy. "And those balls! Slapping me like a pair of WRECKIN' balls on my thighs and pussy! Give--it--to-- me-- you MOTHERFUCKER!"

Milo slapped her ass hard again, and again even harder still, grinning as the waves rolled across Vanessa's fleshy ass--firm yet plush, a perfect canvas of jiggling delight. Maintaining his thrusts, Milo's balls swung violently, slapping into Vanessa thighs and clit, as he held onto her ass, pounding away for dear life. Milo was lost in a primal state, with no thought or realization of just how good or how long he was lasting, fucking her. Milo was fucking Vanessa with the wild abandonment of a man wanting to leave no regrets on the table. It didn't matter how much her legs trembled or how much lactic acid was building in his, Milo didn't care.

"UGH--your ass--", Milo grunted, not slowing his pace. "God--it's so fucking hot and perfect!"

Milo gripped Vanessa's hips tighter, enamored by their fullness, as he drove his cock harder and harder into her. Only removing one hand, Milo, sliding his hand up her spine, his fingers tangling in the roots of her dark hair. He pulled back, hard but not cruel, causing Vanessa to suddenly and unexpectedly arch her back, her humongous breasts flaying up, as her body jerked forward with every rough thrust of his huge cock, the shift sending her into her own raw, primal state of ecstasy.

"F-FUCK--fuck--F-FUCK--fuck--Mi-Mi-MILO!" Vanessa cried, her voice ragged and husky, as the hard tug on her hair and rough thrusting lit her up like a firework. "Y-You--MOTHER FUCKER --y-YOU'RE-a-g-Goddamn-f-FUCK-hnngha--GOD! W-Where'd-d th-this c-COME-- fr-from, y-YOU aw-awk-WARD LIT-tle STUD?! I--I'M-m lo-lo-LOSING IT!"

The unexpected aggression from Milo the insecure, fumbling awkward "fuck-god" flipped a switch, and Vanessa's orgasm built fast. Her orgasm rolled in like a roaring tidal wave of unrelenting pleasure crashing through her. Milo pumped even harder, his thrusts deep and relentless, sending such raw, primal sensations nearly shattering Vanessa's psyche--her inner walls clamping down on him, pulsing wildly, guttural screams emitting from her throat as she came. Her body jerking wildly, causing her massive breasts to flail with chaotic enthusiasm, hitting her in her own face, and slapping forcefully into her torso and sides.

"Oh--SHIT--m-Mother-F-FUCKER, I-I'm c-co-com-ming--FUCK!", Her body convulsed unapologetically, hips bucking, ass jiggling and shaking, violent and uncontrollable. Milo continued his relentless assault on Vanessa's insides, as she rode the tumultuous peaks and expansive valleys of her orgasm, her screams a mix of obscenity and hilarity. "It-It's--li-like--m-my p,-p-PUSSY'S h-h-having a-A FUCKIN' se-SEIZURE! G-God-DAMMIT, M-m-MILO, FUCK!"

Milo heard her cries of ecstasy, but didn't stop, his stamina and resolve a marvel, his meaty leviathan cock still thrusting through her orgasm, dragging it out as she shook and swore. Inside, he felt Vanessa tighten even more, a slick, spasming grip that milked him with every stroke.

"So--ugh--TIGHT," Milo growled, "like--like FUCKIN' a HOT, we-WET v-VICE! Your pussy--GOD--it's like CRAZY, feels like an earthquake around my dick! SHIT--so good!"

Milo balls slapped in rhythm with his relentless thrusting, causing a lewd percussion. He surveyed Vanessa's shaking body on his cock like a conquering general. Milo, feeling a sense of pride at the earth-shattering pleasure he was giving her... Grounding himself in how she took him, without hesitation... How she wanted him, this awkward nobody turned primal "Titan of Fucking".

Vanessa, still trembling as her climax eased, returning back to her body and retrieving her senses, suddenly realized Milo hadn't slowed--his hips still slamming into her firm meaty ass... her beautiful butt cheeks rippling like the surface on a pond, as Milo thrust away like a wild piston, his giant python cock a tireless machine.

"Holy--FUCK--Milo, you're STILL going?!", Vanessa gasped, half-laughing, half-astounded at the skill and restraint Milo displayed. "Your stamina's--SHIT--it's like you're a goddamn sex ROBOT! I j-just came my br-brains OUT, and you're ov-over HERE like, 'R-Round two, BITCH!' When y-you're ready to BLOW, let m-me KNOW--I want it ALL over my FACE, my TITS, everyWHERE--g-gimme the full Cum CANNON ex-experience!"

Milo nodded, breathless, his thrusts growing erratic as the pressure built in his massive balls, causing them to tighten again. "Okay--UGH--yeah, COACH, I'll--FUCK--I'll tell YOU!"

They fucked harder, faster, her ass slapping against his thighs, his balls swinging like wild pendulums, until he hit the point of no return.

"I'm--SHIT--I'm ready!" he yelled, pulling out with a wet raucous lewd "pop".

Vanessa spun around, dropping to her knees as Milo staggered to his feet on the bed, his cock a rigid, glistening gloriously beefy cannon of hot fuckery. Milo exploded--load after thick, sticky load erupting from his huge bull cock, a geyser of cum that splattered powerfully on her face, across her cheeks, her full lips, dripping down her chin in gooey thick salty musky ropes. Rope after potent rope, hit her massive undulating breasts, coating the sizeable fleshy mounds in a thick viscous glossy sheen, pooling in her cleavage, the syrupy cum thickly trickling down between her copious amounts of cleavage and over the tops of her mountainous flesh, running down her nipples creating something reminiscent of a lewd painting of their pleasure.

"Fuck--FUCK--it's everyWHERE!" he groaned, his voice cracking as his hips involuntarily jerking still, the torrent relentless, painting Vanessa in a sticky, comedic mess.

When his orgasm finally stopped, Milo collapsed back onto the bed, his head hitting the pillow with a thump. His chest heaved as he tried to collect himself from the orgasmic typhoon. Milo's enormous cock flopped down, flaccid, sloppy and saturated, a glossy, floppy mess hitting against his thigh, before landing on the bed beneath.

It took a few moments for Milo to stop seeing stars, the pleasure so intense, but when he did finally he blinked, realizing Vanessa was laughing-- no cackling-- hysterically... Vanessa reached over grasping his heavy flaccid lengthy behemoth, she lifted it to her full supple lips, her tongue snaking out, pliable and slick, as she slowly and methodically licked and lapped his softened elongated thick blubbery shaft clean. Vanessa sucked, what she could fit of his sizeable meat flaccid cock, into her mouth. She even played with him after releasing it from her mouth, flopping it around with her fingers, slurping and licking at his balls like a kid with a melting popsicle, her face still dripping with his cum.

"Goddamn, Tanner", Vanessa giggled between licks, "you taste so fuckin' salty and manly! Look at this floppy bastard--just sloshing around like a long wet fat plump noodle now! And these balls--shit, they're like big, juicy plums I can't stop playing with!"

Vanessa popped one of Milo's testicles into her mouth, sucking it in noisily. Milo felt his ball plop onto her waiting tongue, as she sucked it in her mouth, then she let it plop back out with a soft "pop", grinning up at him.

Milo laughed, dazed and winded. "You--you look like a fuckin' cum-glazed doughnut down there, Coach! Licking me clean like--like a cat! It's--uh--weirdly hot, though." He watched, mesmerized, as she finished, her tongue languidly licking over his shaft one last time.

Vanessa crawled up, her body slick and trembling, and collapsed beside Milo, intertwining their legs, her cum-streaked breasts pressing against his side. "Well, meeeeow", she purred, wiping a glob from her cheek and licking it off her finger, "So, did we successfully lose the tension?"

"I think so", Milo said as he adjusted his arm so he could caress Vanessa's arm draped over him. A roguish mischievous confidence flowed through him, as he was so pleased with himself. "But, couldn't hurt to do it again... just to make sure everything is cleared."

"Oh I bet!", Vanessa rolled her eyes with a soft chuckle, shaking her head, enjoying the sight of Milo's newly found confidence. "You were like a little fuck god, weren't you? I didn't see that coming Tanner-- the unexpected, sexy, primal, cum-dumping sex god, you were in this bed tonight. What's next, hmm? More Macbeth, then wild earthshaking orgasms?"

Milo grinned, sliding his other arm under her... "Uhh-- maybe? Honestly, don't know if i can handle it." Milo paused a few moments wondering if he should even say what he wanted to say. The words eluding him momentarily, but he worked up the courage, looking Vanessa in the eyes. "You're--you're amazing, Coach. I can't believe this is even happening and I feel... just... so comfortable with you... and, well that isn't common for me... so, just... thank you... and I'm game for whatever comes."

Vanessa's expression changed into one of adoration and appreciation, thinking how cute and adorable Milo was. Milo's honesty was such an endearing quality, he seemed to exercise effortlessly. The trait of honesty definitely being rare in Vanessa's experience with men, was certainly something she held dear. She nestled closer in his embrace, nuzzling into Milo's strong swimmers build.

"Good. Because I plan on coming again... and again... and again.", Vanessa coyly jested leaning into his-- boyish, yet somehow now more masculine-- face. She pursed her full lips giving Milo a peck on the cheek. "But for now... it's past my bedtime."

"You sure you don't want to go again, Coach?!", Milo chuffed roguishly with a sly grin on his face. "I think I've got at least one more in me."

"Jesus, Milo! We've been going at it for hours. I'm going to be sooo sore in the morning, as is.", Vanessa huffed playfully nudging Milo in the ribs with her hand and rolling her eyes. "And I'm pretty sure that at this point, you can call me by my name, if you want. Either way, you're welcome to stay the night as well, stud... just make sure your giant dick knows to mind his business. I need to recover."

They both laughed, sharing in the moment, ending with Milo agreeing to stay the night... Laying there, Milo internally felt honored being given the option to refer to Vanessa, his coach, by her name... though he actual liked calling her "Coach". Vanessa laid, basking in the afterglow of her multiple orgasms and wondering just how many aspirin she'll have to take in the morning. A half-hour or more passed, with them laughing and talking like two kids having a sleepover. The possibilities of tomorrow were hanging in the air, complex and absurd, but for now it was just them, as they curled up into each other and drifted off into a sweaty, satisfied slumber.