Chapter 4: For Scientific Purposes

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The early morning light shone softly through Vanessa's large bedroom window, casting golden shaded crosses from the window's frame. Milo and Vanessa laid together, a tangled mess of sheets and limbs, sprawled out and intertwined together. Vanessa laying on her side, her top leg draped over Milo's muscular lower stomach-- the dampness of her womanhood on his hip--her head between his shoulder and chest, as he lay on his back. One of her massive breasts rested on Milo's chest and abdomen, the other pressed between their bodies.

Vanessa's thick luscious dark hair was fanned across her pillow, a sheen cascading off their strands catching the morning light. Milo's muscular arm slung lazily across his body and over Vanessa's shoulder. The air still carried the faint musk of their wild night--sweat, sex, and a hint of naughtiness that clung to them like a second skin. Milo's legs were akimbo, with his enormous, flaccid cock rested draped across his right thigh, still a foot-long glossy, floppy and sticky reminder of last night's events. Vanessa's overly-voluptuous body pressed against him, soft and warm, her skin also maintaining residue from their combined torrential outpouring of orgasms, her pussy aching, however still moist and inviting.

Vanessa stirred first, her green eyes adjusting to the morning light, a moan escaped, her voice a raspy declaration, "Fuck me, Tanner, I feel like I got hit by a horny big dick truck... my pussy is sooo sore."

As she lethargically rolled her body off of Milo, Vanessa stretched through her discomfort. Her body raising off the mattress, back arching in a slow, feline curve that made her breasts raise up and fall slightly to her sides, jiggling enticingly. Her arms and legs extended, accentuating the curvaceous length of her body. Once Vanessa's body settled ending her stretch, she took a few moments to replay the events of the night prior. Reminiscing on the feeling of Milo inside her and noting the extraordinary stamina and restraint he'd shown. He has to be completely dead next to her, the way they fucked last night, she thought to herself, his thrusts wildly energetic and unrelenting would've ruined even a seasoned triathlete.

Vanessa glanced at Milo with a sleepy, wicked grin. "You alive over there, "Cum Cannon"?", she asked, her full lips languidly forming a satiated smile.

Milo beginning to wake in a languorous manner-- with a stretch of his own, exhausting a rested yawn. Milo's sandy hair was a chaotic mess, his brown eyes blurry but brightening as he registered Vanessa's face. "Ugh--yeah, Coach. Barely.... Wild."

Milo chuckled, a low, awkward rumble, glancing down at his oversized manhood, he took hold of it, gently squeezing his shaft with his right hand as the left hand adjusted and scratched his impressively sized balls. After adjusting his balls, Milo gave his meat cock a couple of moderate tugs to adjust, then watching his cock settle and relax on its own..."He seems content though."

Vanessa chucked, Milo's boyish humor something she found adorable about him, as she rolled onto her side to face him. Her giant breasts undulating as they rolled with the motion of her torso, settling between her and Milo. She also found humor in Milo's morning adjusting himself, that regardless of the man--in her experience-- they always think of their dicks first in the morning when they wake. It's like men have to always check on their cocks first or their day just won't start right. Her eyes lowered, taking in the sight of Milo's colossal dick looking genuinely relaxed, a stark difference from the veiny granite-like angry beast it was, from last night.

"Oh, I bet he is... but he made a mess getting there, just look at these tits and my sheets.", Vanessa playfully chided, her fingers caressing and rubbing her mountainous sticky dried residue covered mounds, remnants of Milo's copious ropes of cum.

"You're a menace, Milo. A sexy, big balled, cum-dumping donkey-dicked menace." Her tone was sultry, teasing, but her eyes sparkled with a playful warmth that made his chest flutter with butterflies, as she spoke.

He grinned, scratching his neck and then rolling to face her. "Guess I can't argue that. You're--uh--you're pretty crazy too, though. Still can't believe last night was real and not a fever dream." His gaze drinking in her naked body, as his fingertips caressed and lingered on the curves of her body, a faint sigh escaped him, completely content next to her.

"It was something else," Vanessa purred, leaning closer, her breath hot against his ear. "And we're not done yet, stud. The day's just starting--classes, practice, then... who knows?" She nipped his earlobe, a quick, teasing bite, and pulled back with a smirk and a wink. "Maybe we have another 'tutoring session' after..."

"I could go for that", Milo quickly replied grinning, his face lighting up with anticipation.

Vanessa quickly interjected, "But first things first... a shower--much needed one at that."

They struggled to find the motivation to untangled their bodies from each other, stumbling out of bed with groans and giggles. Milo winced as his heavy elongated cock and balls swung lowly, back and forth. His eyes focused on Vanessa in front of him, the way her hips and ass moved, as she led the way to her ensuite bathroom. Outside of Milo's view, Vanessa's face showed her discomfort, her womanhood reminding her of the punishment she took last night. As soon Vanessa broke the threshold of the bathroom, she immediately went to the medicine cabinet-- grabbing the bottle of Tylenol. She shook out three pills into her slender hand, before popping them into her mouth. Vanessa turned the sink faucet on, filled a glass on the sink and took three big gulps of the water--washing the pain relievers down her throat.

Milo, took the liberty of turning the shower on, adjusting the temperature to get it just right. The modest shower was close quarters--but they made it work, laughing as they bumped elbows and arms. Vanessa's abundant boobs squished between them, nearly taking up enough space to be a third person. Her knees and thighs brushing Milo's low hanging massive cock and balls, under the spray. Between both with their physical "blessings" in abundance, made quite the pair in the cramped shower. Vanessa soaped Milo up, her hands sliding over his lean muscles, lathering his body. She playfully spent extra time when her hands reached the base of his enormous soft dick. Grabbing hold of his flaccid shaft, Vanessa shook his cock, causing Milo's cock to flop around like a thick wet noodle.

"Goddamn, Milo!," she quipped, soaping up his cock and balls with body wash as he stood there grinning. "So much real estate to cover here!"

"Uh--yeah, you're one to talk," he jokingly muttered, shuddering as her hands and fingers lifted and lathered his balls with soap, still tender from their sexual marathon.

Milo returned the favor, lathering Vanessa's curves, his hands taking their time as they glided over her massive breasts, the soap making her wet breasts even slicker and more slippery. "You're--shit--you're perfect, Coach," he said, awestruck, causing Vanessa to laugh, light-heartedly swatting his chest.

"Flattery'll get you everywhere, Tanner. Now rinse--we've got classes and practice to survive.", She said stepping to the side, the shower spray fully engulfing Milo, as she finishing soaping her stunning, but sore body.

After the shower, they dressed--Vanessa in her usual tight polo and leggings that hugged her every curve; Milo in his T-shirt and jeans, his flaccid giant hanging proudly down the left leg of his jeans. They headed to campus separately, so as to not arouse suspicion. The drive for both was quiet with electricity simmering below the surface, collectively smiling like, proverbial, Cheshire cats. Pulling into the parking lots, Milo in the student and Vanessa in the teachers', they felt successful in hiding their illicit secret liaison.

The day unfolded much like the others: hallway glances and cheeky smiles in-between classes, gym class where Vanessa's whistle blasts felt a little too pointed and peppy, and practice where Milo's shots were sharper than ever, fueled by a newfound confidence. Vanessa paced the pool deck, the wet concrete tile felt cool under her bare feet. Her watching the scrimmage, with eyes lingering occasionally on Milo, her mind flashing to last night's chaos--his stamina, his size, the way he'd turned her into a screaming mess. She shook her head, muttering, "Get it together, Ness," but the smirk tugging at her lips betrayed her.

After practice, as the team filtered out, Vanessa caught Milo by the pool, her clipboard tapping against her thigh, her eyes surveying the others leaving earshot. "Hey, Tanner--good work today. You coming by again tonight? Macbeth's still coming up, and... well, we've got other unfinished business." Her tone was casual, but her eyes smoldered, a promise lurking beneath the words.

Milo nodded, his heart thudding. "Yeah--uh--definitely, Coach. Essay's a mess, and... uh... yeah, I'm in." He flashed a shy, crooked grin, and she returned it, her smirk widening.

"Okay. Follow me over--same drill. Let's see if we can focus this time." She turned, her hips swaying as she walked away, and he trailed her, the anticipation already coiling in his gut.

Milo quickly showered and dried off, laying his towel on the bench when he felt sufficiently dry. Standing there naked, his colossal cock hanging freely and heavy between his legs-- the hot shower and steam having relaxed his muscles and warmed his body. Milo paused, the locker room empty except for him, but filled with a reminiscent err of when the Coach first walked in on him. That one unintentional moment being the catalyst that changed everything between them. If it weren't for that, he wondered, how would have things been now. What were the odds on Vanessa not knocking or announcing herself before she entered? Or Milo not hearing the door open and shut? These thoughts--and the like-- roamed his mind as Milo dressed and packed his bag, before heading out the locker room.

Exiting the locker room, Milo noticed Vanessa--on her phone-- was leaning up against the wall next to her office door, looking so effortlessly sexy in her tight athletic leggings and fitted dark polo shirt. Vanessa's back was slightly arched with her left foot on the wall, as she stood there waiting for Milo to exit-- her stance accentuating her curves and overly abundant voluptuous breasts. Her office was centered directly between the boys and girls locker rooms, a very conscious design to prevent any shenanigans. Vanessa looked up from her phone, as the locker room door shut behind Milo, the telltale loud click letting her know it had shut. Vanessa's expression was wide eyed with a pleasant smile as she nodded at Milo, and he nodded back--their nonverbal conversation confirming it was time for Vanessa to lock up, and them to go. Vanessa pushed herself off of the wall, moved towards the locker room door, walking past Milo--being for sure that she brushed up against him, slightly pushing Milo off balance. Her playful maneuver didn't go unnoticed by Milo, as he chuckled and shook his head, before they headed to their parked vehicles in their separate respective parking lots--headed to Vanessa's.

At Vanessa's bungalow, they settled at the dining room table, Shakespearean texts sprawled across three books on the quaint dining table. Genuinely, they dedicated their attentions to the tutoring session, going over symbolism poetic techniques and rich dialogue, but the air crackled like campfire with distraction.

Vanessa leaned over, pointing at a line--"'Out, damned spot!'--see, guilt's eating her alive here"-- her shirt gaped open, giving Milo a view of her ample cleavage, causing his pencil to slip.

Milo stammered, "Uh--yeah, guilt, totally, I get that, like even on a personal level.", his eyes darting away, and she chuckled, her slender hand brushing his arm.

"Eyes up here, stud," she teased, noticing the direction of Milo's gaze, but her voice was low, sultry. "You're hopeless, you know that?"

"Uh--sorry, Coach, it's--uh--"hard" to focus with you this close to me," he admitted, and they both laughed, the innuendo landing with a thud.

The arms of the clock in her dining room ticked away-- seconds into minutes, minutes to hours-- as their tutoring session continued. The long drawn out soliloquies and overly dramatic Shakespearean monologues only added to the mundane ticking of the clock. So, after 2 and a half hours, Vanessa casually shut her book, pausing with her mouth forming a subtle smirk, she reached into her bag on the floor next to her. When her hand emerged, in its grasp was a tailor's measuring tape, its yellow strip glinting. Milo having noticed Vanessa's movements, his face forming a quizzical and peculiar expression as he looked at the bright yellow item in her hand. A pretty odd and unrelated item to Shakespeare's works, Milo thought to himself.

"Okay, Tanner, study break", Vanessa dangled the tape, eyes gleaming with her impromptu declaration. "I hit the craft store today--couldn't resist. We're settling this tonight."

"And what exactly are we settling?", Milo asked, his demeanor completely clueless but curiously intrigued.

"There's something about that third leg of your's that has been taking up too much rent in my mind and we're going to take care of that, right now.", Vanessa replied, her smirking still firmly planted on her face.

"And what exactly has been taking up rent?", Milo responded, adorably coy but pretty sure he knew where this was going.

"We're going to see just how big, "The Big Guy" really is.", Vanessa said, her body leaning in closer to Milo--a playfully and seductive glint in her eyes.

Milo's jaw dropped, his cheeks flaming. "Uhh--what? You--you're serious? Like--now?" His voice cracked, but a grin tugged at his lips, coyness mixing with excitement.

"Dead serious," Vanessa said, standing, tape in hand. "It's time to drop 'em for science, stud. Science demands answers and so do I." Her tone was mock-stern, but her grin was pure mischief.

"Okay!", Milo exclaimed as he quickly stood up, knocking the chair back,

Vanessa grabbed Milo's wrist and pulled him behind her, towards the stairs with a devilish grin. She moved with swift seductive elegance, her walk a deliberate performance--each step a determined, fluid sway. Vanessa's alluring hips rolled, making her ass cheeks sway like a metronome, black leggings hugging them and her toned thighs, the fabric stretching with every stride. It reminded Milo of the way those lingerie models walk the runway on TV. Vanessa's dark hair cascaded down her back, swaying in rhythm with her stride, catching the dim light of the hallway. Vanessa's polo strained against her enormous breasts, their gentle bounce hypnotically pulling Milo into their gravity. She climbed the stairs, one hand trailing the banister, her curves shifting with a dancer's grace, exuding confidence, athleticism and allure, the air around her charged with citrus and musk.

Milo trailed, mesmerized, his eyes locked on Vanessa as ascended the staircase. Her elegance was intoxicating... each sway of her hips, each jiggle of her breasts, a promise of what awaited. Her legs, long and sculpted, flexed with each step, and her ass, a perfect work of art that met at the curve of her back and toned waist, seemed to beckon shove his face into. But moreover, he saw strength in her poise, a goddess commanding his gaze, yet her playful smirk hinted at the warmth beneath. She was everything and more, than his wildest dreams... still unsure and insecure, about nearly everything, except the comfortableness and safety he felt with her.

Vanessa glanced back, catching his stare, and her lips curved into a soft, knowing smile. She drank him in--his sandy hair, brown eyes wide with adoration, his lean swimmer's frame with broad shoulders filling the stairwell. The large bulge in his shorts an absurdly noticeable, endearing giveaway of what's concealed beneath their fabric. Milo was adorable, his awkwardness still there in the flush on his cheeks.

The way he tripped slightly on a step, muttering, "Shit--uh--sorry." All of these things made Milo who he is, but she also saw his growing confidence--his shoulders set back further and squarer... not slumped and rolled. Even his grin was bolder, the insecurities that made him Milo less crippling now. He's still my shy stud, she thought, but fuck, he's owning it more--those doubts aren't weighing him down as much as before. He's learning there's nothing "wrong" or "gross" about him. He slowly but surely is coming into his own with confidence and acceptance. Vanessa's heart swelled, a tender pride mixing with desire, being able to not only see his growth but "feel" and a part of his growth.

In the bedroom, Vanessa spun around to face Milo, the long tailor's measuring tape draped and wrapped between her hands, its bright yellow strip with black tick marks and numbers glinting in the light from the open curtains of the bedroom.

"Alright, Tanner, time for science," she said, her voice a sultry command, helping Milo remove his T-shirt in a single swift motion. "I got the idea earlier for this little exercise. So, first chance I got today, I slipped off campus, went to the craft store and got this handy dandy piece of scientific equipment", Vanessa said smirking with heavy cheekiness glaring in her green eyes.

"I couldn't resist.", she added looking down towards Milo's shorts, a single finger tracing the definition of his bare abs. "Since our initial locker room incident, and now even more after having him inside me, I've been dying to know exactly what I'm dealing with. We're accurately measuring that thick anaconda, now... time to strip 'em for science!"

Milo's jaw dropped, cheeks flaming. "So you're actually serious?" He laughed, nervous but intrigued, as he tossed his T-shirt to the floor. "To be honest, I thought you were kidding. But I guess I'm curious myself... I've always been so insecure about it I've never done this. To me... my dick has been more embarrassment than pride, Coach."

"I understand how having a "specimen" of those proportions could do that," Vanessa said in a mock-scientific manner, role-playing as though she were a scientist about to analyze a specimen.

Milo's head dropped, he knew with everything he and Vanessa had done up to this point, he shouldn't feel insecure. However he stood there, in his head, realizing that years of having his insecurity with his massive dick size, wasn't just going to disappear... no matter how comfortable he felt with Vanessa.

"I don't know, Coach", Milo said in a low near whisper, his eyes still looking down at the floor. "I don't know if this is something we should do... or even if... you know."

Vanessa stepped in close to Milo--entering his space, her arms drawing over his shoulders and circling his neck. Her polo covered large voluptuous breasts smooshed against his bare chest, as her tone softened but remained resolute. "I'm serious, I'm genuinely curious, Milo-- this has been on my mind. Ever since I accidentally walked in that locker room and saw you naked, I've wanted to know... And even now, after having experienced what it felt like to have you inside me... I still genuinely need to know."

Milo still looking down, his head bobbing up and down, trying to stifle his insecurities-- but finding it near impossible. This would be it, he'd know just how big he was. And Vanessa... like big is big... but when you put a number to it... things change.

Sensing Milo may be losing into his insecurities, Vanessa pushed her role-playing further, a sly grin, whispering in his ear while she traced her finger down the defined lines of his abs, to the button that fastened his shorts. Suddenly, in a swift and tactile movement, Vanessa grabbed a firm handful of Milo's cock through his shorts, yanking him out of his head--his attention and eyes on her.

"So I need you to cooperate with this little experiment, sir", Vanessa stated, a firm--yet playful--authoritative tone in her voice. "... or I may have to tie up my big strong specimen, inorder to do what I NEED to do. Trust me... I'll do anything in the name of science."

Still a little nervous, but incredibly turned on by Vanessa's role-playing, Milo slightly grinned and undid the button of his shorts, simultaneously pulling them and his underwear down his legs. He stepped out of his pile of clothing and kicked them to the side near his T-shirt-- his enormous cock and balls swinging and swaying proudly. Standing there, his enormous cock hung free and heavy once again, a meaty pendulum positioned between his thighs. Even flaccid, his cock was a sight--thick as a wrist, pronounced veins flowing it's elongated length... some subtle, a few not so subtle veins demanding to be noticed. Vanessa gazed upon the unsheathed monster cock, much longer and larger than most men hard. The large rose-colored meaty head, the appearance of a small fist attached to the thick arm of his shaft, looked like it could perform a heavyweight knockout, if swung hard enough.

As Milo stood there, naked and under Vanessa's gaze, he began to feel as though he really was an experiment, as he nervously brushed his sandy hair away from his eyes. Vanessa's eyes panned down to Milo's fully revealed titanic cock, taking her time to view her prize. Starting at Milo's well-trimmed pubes, which framed his incredibly impressive endowment's thick base, a neat chestnut colored patch around the bases. The shaft itself, swaying slightly with Milo's body. Hung thick and long, the corona of Milo's large cock head a subtle ridge, slightly broader than the rest, acting as a collar adding to the crown of his glands.

Vanessa's eyes widened, a sharp inhale betraying her fascination. "Jesus Christ, even soft it's something to behold," she murmured, kneeling before him, tape in hand. "Hold still, Tanner. This is science."

Vanessa's fingers, warm and steady, brushed Milo's skin, sending a shiver through him as she unfurled the tape, its fabric felt cool and slightly textured against his flesh. Vanessa lowered herself to her knees in front of Milo, level with his massive enormity, she started at the base, pressing the tape's end into his trimmed pubes, the trimmed darker coarse hairs tickling her knuckles. She stretched it along the top of his shaft, following its gentle curve, the tape hugging the thick, smooth skin, over the veiny bluish-red colored veins, thin and thick, rope-like structures, creating a roadway fueling life to this enormous marvel beneath. Her eyes narrowed, focused, as she reached the crown--the ridge where the shaft met the glans, a pronounced flare. "From base to the edge of your dick head... I think it's called the "corona"... eight point three inches," she announced, voice clinical yet tinged with awe. She extended the tape further, over the glans to the tip, the head's skin taut and glossy, its slit winking under her scrutiny. "Glans alone... are three point seven inches. Sooooo... total length.... base to tip--twelve inches flaccid.", Vanessa paused, her brain processing what she actually just said aloud. "Fuck, Milo, I'm surprised your knees aren't bruised just from walking around with this thing."

Milo squirmed, half-laughing, half-uneasy, not even he realized it was that big soft, his cheeks turned a red. "Uh--yeah, uh--kinda big, I guess? Didn't... uhhh--think it was that much. I was thinking more--uhh like eight or nine-ish inches." His cock twitched, stirring slightly, but remained soft, its weight swaying.

"Well... you definitely undercut yourself there," Vanessa, on her knees, said with a cheeky smile, eyes locked on his manhood. "Circumference next-- we are going for thoroughness after-all." She wrapped the tape around the mid-shaft, just below the halfway mark, the tape snug against the thickest part, its edges pressing into the smooth, pliable skin. She pulled it taut, noting the measurement with a nod. "Six-point-seven... no eight inches around the shaft--damn, that's already thicker than my wrist." Her fingers lingered, feeling the girth's heft, the veins pulsing faintly. She moved to the corona, wrapping the tape around the flared ridge, its slightly broader contour stretching the tape further. "Corona's... seven-point-two inches. Just a bit more girth--And i can say from experience, that ridge feels like a fucking speed bump inside of me, for sure." She giggled, playfully, with her curiosity still a driving force, she continued her analysis. " Sooo, now I need his FULL measurements--erect, at peak arousal. How about I help ensure accuracy? Let introduce a new "variable"." She said looking up at Milo with a mischievous glint in her eyes, setting the measuring tape aside, her expression shifting to shameless desire. "Time to wake him up."

Vanessa leaned forward, hands on Milo's taut muscular thighs, her fingernails slightly pressing into them. She began with slow, worshipful kisses along his flaccid shaft, her full lips soft and warm, brushing the smooth skin, tasting the faint salt of his sweat, slight musk and hint of chlorine from the day.

The room went quiet, Milo's breath hitched, the touch of his Coach's hands and lips sending electric vibrations through his body, his hands clenching into fists as he stood there with Vanessa on her knees in front of him. The silence being just a little too much, Milo felt the need to fill it, an attempt to help compose himself, so he didn't get in his own head. "You're--ughhh--really into th-this, Coach," he said, with a slight smirk, voice a little shaky from the sensual tingles Vanessa was causing. "Guessing you must love sci-science even more than Macbeth?"

"Science--mwahh--certainly--schmuahk--deserves our respect--mwau-schluk--and appreciation," Vanessa confirmed in-between wet full-lip kisses, meeting his gaze, eyes intense. "And I'm--mwah- going to do my due--muah-- diligence to see--mwahshuh- that it gets its respect.", her breath hot, sent shivers through him. Her tongue traced the veins, languid licks following their paths, the texture silken yet firm. Vanessa kissed his corona, lips enveloping the flared ridge, sucking gently, its broader girth she felt slipping past her lips, giving her soft wet lips a "curb" of sorts to anchor to.

She continued with slow, worshipful kisses along his thick flaccid shaft, her lips soft and warm, brushing the smooth skin, tasting the faint salt of his sweat and musk. "It's extraordinary," she murmured, continuing her worship. As she kissed, sucked and licked she felt his cock begin to come alive, its weight shifting in her hands, the soft, pliable flesh beginning to firm. Her tongue would slip out tracing the veiny length, slow leisurely licks following the veins and their paths, as she sensed the shaft thickening, its surface growing taut, the veins became more pronounced under her touch. A sign of healthy blood flow and Milo's arousal, letting her know she was doing just fine at this pace.

Vanessa enveloped the corona again with her lips, sucking gently, feeling the ridge swell, its broader girth expanding subtly, pressing against the inside of her cheeks. The sensation was striking--the flaccid heft giving way to a pulsing firmness, the skin warming as blood surged, the corona's flare becoming more defined. "You're waking up," she cheekily whispered, her voice husky and muffled, the vibration eliciting a manly groan from Milo. She took him deeper, her mouth stretching to accommodate the growing shaft, lips sliding down, the first inches filling her with a soft, heavy presence that was rapidly hardening.

As she sucked, her tongue pressing the frenulum, she felt his cock transform--its texture shifting from pliable to rigid, the shaft elongating, pushing further into her mouth, the head nudging her palate. The girth expanded, stretching her lips wider, his... no longer... flaccid circumference swelling toward its erect state, a slow, throbbing growth that felt like a living force. Vanessa's cheeks adjusted, the warmth and firmness of his flesh intensifying, the veins now pulsing against her tongue, their rhythm syncing with his quickening heartbeat. The large glans, once soft and glossy, still spongy but hardened, its crimson tip taut, the slit weeping precum, its tangy viscous warmth coating her tongue as she lapped at it, savoring every droplet.

Her hands joined--one gripping the base, fingers widening as the shaft thickened, unable to fully encircle it, the other massaging his plum-sized balls, the feel of their weighty warmth, a firming reminder of her error in neglecting to measure them, as well. Vanessa felt Milo's big bulbous testicles rise closer to his body, his scrotum tightening as his arousal peaked.

"These are--remarkable," she mumbled, the vibration of her words jolting him. She felt his cock reach half-hardness, well beyond his twelve inches of flaccid cock, the swell of blood flow lifting it's weight, the shaft only slightly curving upward, a monumental presence in her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming--its expansion forcing her to adjust, her throat relaxing to take more, the heat and hardness a stark contrast to its flaccid state, like sculpting a statue from soft clay to unyielding marble.

Vanessa's worship began unhurried, a ritual--her lips gliding, tongue swirling, hands stroking in sync, saliva slicking the skin. She pulled back, lips glistening, and pumped him slowly, feeling the shaft's full rigidity, now a towering, pulsing marvel, its veins fully pronounced and throbbing under her fingers, the large apple-like head flushed and glistening.

"You're a marvel, Milo," she purred, eyes locked on his cock. She dove back, her mouth engulfing his huge cockhead, her cheeks hollowing, his firmness pressing against her palate, her hands pumping the shaft, in a relentless rhythm. Vanessa knew if she wanted to know exactly how big Milo was she'd have to suck him within an inch of his life.

Milo's colossal hard cock was absolute, each inch becoming a solid, pulsating force, the corona's girth now a well pronounced ridge of a helmet, catching her Vanessa's lips with each bob, a tactile reminder of his growth. Vanessa was unforgiving in the forcefulness of her sucking, using every move in her oral playbook to make sure Milo was hard as granite. The speed of her stroking and firmness her hands as they performed feverish "pepper grinder" motion, stroking his long shaft, was unbearably delightful to Milo.

Vanessa, only lifted her head from Milo's cock momentarily, to frantically lick and lap the length of his thick veiny shaft-- planting hard sucking kisses up and down the sides of his cock. She kissed and sucked Milo's rigid thick shaft, working her way back to the huge bulbous cock head. Vanessa, quickly positioning her face directly in front of Milo's enormous cock head, launched a glob of salvia from her pursed full glistening lips--spitting on his cock. Her hands working her glistening spit glob up and down Milo's huge cock head and shaft, coating and lubricating both, before engulfing his cock again. Vanessa was so skilled in the way she pleased his cock, Milo knew he wasn't the first cock she had pleasured, but he hoped he'd possibly be the best. His mind a whirlwind of pleasure and ecstasy, Milo grunted as he thrust into Vanessa's mouth, trying his best not to cum, but feeling himself approach his peak, fighting the urge-- a losing battle.

Milo's groans deepened, hips bucking frantically, his cock at full hardness--a behemoth, veins throbbing, head a rich crimson color, precum dripping steadily like an open faucet. "Coach--God--I'm--losing it," he gasped, his hands no longer by his sides... instead relocated to Vanessa head... his fingers tightening in her hair. She hummed, the vibration intensifying, her massive breasts brushing his thighs, their substantial weight adding to the sensory overload with every collision. "I don't think... can't take...!"

Vanessa suddenly pulled her head off of Milo's mammoth granite like hardness with a loud--lewd "POP", her lips swollen, eyes focused on her goal. In a swift unexpected motion, Vanessa open handed slapped Milo's enormous cock-- creating a loud hard slap noise you could've heard down the block.

"Peak arousal achieved!", Vanessa declared, breathlessly pleased with herself and smirking, as she reached for the measuring tape. "Now for precise measurements."

"WHAT THE FUCK!", Milo yelled, his voice ragged and exasperated from the sudden jolt of pain and-- equally painful-- abrupt stop that occurred, as he nearly reached his climax. "WHY?!"

"I could tell you were about to cum", Vanessa replied, shrugging her shoulders with an nonchalant expression on her face. "Slapping your dick stopped you from cumming.... it's science."

"It's science!", Milo explained, frustration and mild anger in his voice, starting bewildered at Vanessa.

"Ohh, relax", Vanessa said rolling her eyes, clearly unaffected by Milo's frustrated attitude. "A little bit of pain never hurt anyone... besides, as hard as he is right now..."--pointing with a smirk at Milo's monstrous infuriated cock, bobbing up and down in the air, incredibly hard and erect, angled upward--"it looks like he liked it... plus i told you I'd do anything for science."

Milo left in a state of extreme limbo between ecstasy and full release, his precum a near--constant-- dripping flow. "For science right... for science... for science," he kept mumbling, like a man losing his sanity, working through his sexual frustrations. "Gotta love science... yep--sure do."

With Vanessa's scientific purposes reestablished, she pressed the tape's end into his pubes, aligning it along the dorsal side of his rigid shaft, ensuring no curve was missed, the tape taut to the tip. "Length from the pubic base to Corona ridge tip... fourteen-point-two inches," she verbally recorded, voice steady but awed. "Jesus!... you're like 2 maybe--nearly--3 regulation dicks long and we haven't even measured the head."

Vanessa positioned the tape to the edge of his corona helmet-like ridge guide the length of the flexible tape to the tip of Milo's, now, dark red purple-ish swollen apple tip. "So head size is... four point three inches... yep, so that's... eighteen and one-half inches." She stated, then almost immediately shouting, "EIGHTEEN AND A HALF--FUCKING--INCHES!... Holy Shit! Milo! That's fucking insane!", Vanessa exclaimed voice a mix of exuberant shock and husky arousal, her hand quickly shooting up to her mouth, wondering if Mrs. Carter heard that! "Milo... that's like over 3 average dicks or 2 really impressive dicks long."

Milo stood there with a wild-eyed expression, just nodding, his eyes moving back and forth from Vanessa to his dick. His sexual frustration left him unable to speak, the newly gleamed information, barely registering to him. At that moment, he didn't care how big he was or how anything was, the brakes had been hit in the name of "science"and at the expense of his climax. His mind a swirl of pride, astonishment and blatant sexual frustration. Vanessa given Milo's frustrated expressions and his raging infuriated extremely red massive erection, was able to put two and two together without words.

"Sheesh," Vanessa exclaimed, pushing her breath as she exhaled. "Oookay... Let's finish this exercise up. Someone's getting a little testy.", She playfully jested, noting the feral glint in Milo's eyes.

Vanessa wrapped the flexible tape around the mid-shaft, the thickest section, ensuring even pressure, the tape's edges flush against the taut skin. "Circumference at mid-shaft... nine-point-three inches." She moved to the corona, wrapping the tape around the flared ridge, its pronounced contour requiring careful adjustment. "Corona circumference... nine-point-seven inches--pretty proportionately greater, reflecting the increased blood flow. Consistent with maximum engorgement!" She stepped back pretty proud of herself, tape in hand, her expression a mix of satisfaction and fascination. "Milo, these dimensions are beyond being just an "outlier" in size--they're unlike anything documented... you're way more than just special, you're an anomaly, without exception."

Milo frustratedly panted, sweat beading, a shy smile breaking through anxiousness. "Ughh--glad I'm--interesting? And you're--really thorough... like... REALLY... thorough." His voice held admiration, his arousal and sexual frustration still evident.

Vanessa smiled, setting the tape aside, her polo straining, as she stood up. She draped her left arm over Milo's right shoulder wrapping around his neck, as the other arm dropped to his massive strained erection. She lightly dragged her fingernails, down Milo's rigid wide shaft, to caress his elongated steel-like length, before wrapping her fingers around his swollen girth.

Slowly she began stroking his giant cock. "You're more than interesting, Milo." Kissing him gently on the lips, her hand continuing to stroke him slowly. "Now, let's shift focus."

Releasing his extremely rigid cock, she stepped back, peeled off her polo and bra freeing her massive full pillowy breasts, and then closing the space between them, enormous breasts pushing against him. "Since you've been such a "good little assistant"... you've earned a reward."

Vanessa, her hands on his shoulders, guiding him backward. "Lie down." Her fingers trailed down his chest, leading him backwards to the bed, her touch firm yet inviting. She pushed him gently, and he fell onto the mattress with a soft thud, the sheets cool against his skin. He slid back, his lean muscular frame settling, his towering erection swaying, like a mast on a ship, glistening in the dim evening setting sunlight.

Vanessa moved like a seductive cat, her movements fluid and predatory, her huge billowy breasts swaying as she climbed onto the bed, knees sinking into the mattress. The strands of her thick dark hair spilled over her shoulders, framing her face, her bright green eyes locked on him, burning with desire. She crawled toward him, her body an artist sculpture of aesthetic beauty wrapped in voluptuous curves--hips rolling, rear arching raising her ass into the air. Vanessa's athletic--but curvaceous-- frame was pure symmetry in motion, muscles taut and flexing with her movements, like a jaguar in the wild. The leggings she peeled off earlier, had hid her bare tanned toned legs, her olive skin flushed with heat. Milo watched, transfixed, his breath catching at the grace of her movements, her breasts shifting with each move, her thighs flexing, her scent--citrus, lavender and sweet fruity musk--enveloping him.

Vanessa climbed Milo's muscular body, brushing past his massive, erect, tree branch of a cock-- jutting up from his pelvis. She straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips, her hands splaying on his chest, nails grazing his skin, sending sparks through him.

"You ready, stud," Vanessa purred, her voice a velvet command. She leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep, hungry kiss, her tongue tangling with his, tasting sweat and desire, their breaths mingling, warm and urgent.

Her huge pillowy breasts smashed against his firm swimmer's chest, their weight heavy--yet with an undeniably soft aspect to them. Milo's hands journeyed their way up Vanessa's side, finding her breasts, with their sheer size enveloping him, their flesh spilling over the sides of his torso. He cupped their heavy fullness, his fingers sinking into the pliant flesh, thumbs locating and brushing her taut nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her as he gently sucked one into his mouth.

Vanessa pulled back, her lips swollen, and sat up, her body a silhouette against the window's dusk natural lighting, her breasts heaving. Milo's hands stayed on her breasts, kneading the larger mounds gently, feeling their warmth, the skin silken, the weight heavy and grounding. He leaned up, kissing her again, a softer, lingering press, their lips molding, a quiet intimacy amid the heat. She smiled against his mouth, then guided his head down with her delicate hand, as he took a nipple between his lips, sucking gently, his tongue swirling, the bud hardening under his touch. Vanessa gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair, the sensation sharp, a jolt of pleasure radiating from her chest to her core.

"God, Milo," she whispered, arching into his mouth, as he switched to her other nipple, sucking harder, his hands still fondling, squeezing, the dual sensation making her tremble. He kissed her breasts, lips trailing over their curves, then pulled her down for another kiss, this one fierce, their tongues dancing, teeth grazing, a shared hunger consuming them.

Vanessa reached for his cock, her fingers unable to wrap around its immense girth, the skin fever-hot, veins pulsing. She toyed with it, stroking slowly, feeling its unyielding hardness, the head flushed and glistening with precum. "It's--overwhelming," she murmured, her thumbs brushing the corona's ridge.

Vanessa guided Milo's massive steely erect cock to her entrance, rubbing the head against the lips of her folds, her wetness slick, coating him, the friction sparking gasps. Milo's hands moved to her hips, fingers digging into her firm--yet plush curves. He stole another kiss, quick and desperate, their lips clinging, tongues frantic, breaths ragged.

Vanessa eased herself down, her breath hitching as the large head breached her, stretching her entrance, a slow, burning fullness that made her moan. "Oh--God--Milo," she gasped, her walls yielding, gripping him tightly, a molten clasp enveloping his tip.

She descended further, her pussy stretching, the immense shaft filling her, its girth pressing against her inner walls, a relentless pressure both exquisite and overwhelming. She could only take a portion--his cock too vast to fully sheathe--leaving a significant length outside, its base pulsing against her thighs. The sensation was profound--his hardness a searing presence, each vein a subtle ridge, her core throbbing, alive with friction.

For Milo, her pussy was a furnace, tight and slick, gripping him like a velvet vice, the heat and pressure almost unbearable. Her walls pulsed, contracting, each movement sending waves of pleasure, his cock hypersensitive from the "scientific research", every inch inside her a conduit of ecstasy and pleasure. The portion of his enormous cock outside ached, but her tightness, molding to him, was intoxicating. Her weight, her thighs pressing his hips, her breasts in his hands, was a sensory overload, her moans a symphony.

Vanessa began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm, her hips rising and falling, each descent a controlled plunge, taking him as deep as her body allowed, her pussy clenching, slick sounds filling the air--wet, rhythmic strokes. Her breasts bounced slapping against Milo's chest, and his hands returned to them, kneading, fingers teasing her nipples, pinching lightly, drawing sharp gasps. He leaned up, sucking a nipple again, his tongue flicking, the taste of her skin salty-sweet, her moans louder, vibrating against his lips. She pulled him into a kiss, deep and urgent, their tongues entwining, her hair brushing his face, their breaths syncing.

"You feel--like you're splitting me," she moaned into his mouth, her hips grinding, circling, stirring him inside her.

Milo thrust upward, meeting her, the box spring under the thick memory foam mattress made a soft creaking, his hands roaming her tremendous breasts, squeezing, feeling their heft, then sliding to her hips, guiding her.

"Vanessa--you're--so tight," he groaned, kissing her again, a soft, open-mouthed press, their lips trembling, the intimacy grounding their frenzy.

Their pace intensified, Vanessa riding him with erratic fervor, her hips undulating, her moans crescendoing. She leaned back, hands on his thighs, her body arched, colossal breasts thrust upward, Milo's hands cupping them, thumbs caressing her nipples, her pussy clenching tighter. He leaned up, kissing her breasts, then she lowered her lips to him, a fierce, hungry clash, their tongues battling, sweat mingling. The sight of her--wild, radiant--was almost too much, his mammoth cock throbbing, balls tightening.

Vanessa's orgasm hit, a tidal wave of pleasure and ecstasy, her pussy clamping around his massive girth, convulsing in intense pulses. "Milo--YESSSS!" she cried, her voice raw, hips stuttering with involuntary shocks, grinding down, her walls spasming uncontrollably, giving him a devine milking rhythmic sensation in the process. Her climax was cataclysmic--her toned core a throbbing inferno, flooding with warmth, her juices coating his shaft, dripping. Her breasts heaved, sweat slicking her skin, her face flushed, eyes shut, lips trembling as waves tore through her, her thighs quaking. She felt weightless, his cock anchoring her, each pulse a supernova, radiating to every nerve in her beautiful body.

Milo held her, hands on her hips, thrusting gently, prolonging her pleasure, his fingers brushing her breasts, teasing her nipples, drawing aftershocks, causing her body to involuntarily jump and shift. He kissed her softly, lips lingering, tasting her moans, his own need surging.

"You're--beautiful," he gasped, watching her ride out her climax, her body a vision.

As her tremors subsided, Vanessa kissed him fiercely, tongue tangling, her lips hungry. "Not done," she panted, resuming her rhythm, a sensual grind, her pussy hypersensitive, each movement sparking pleasure. She rode him, hips circling, Milo's hands fondling her breasts, squeezing, his lips finding a nipple, sucking hard, the sensation sharp, making her moan. Their kisses grew erratic--quick, desperate presses between thrusts, their breaths ragged, lips clinging.

Milo matched her, thrusts deeper, the bed creaking, their bodies slick, air thick with their scents. Her pussy gripped him, each stroke a plunge into her heat, his cock pulsing, the portion outside aching, yet her core was enough, a perfect union. He kissed her neck, then her lips, a deep, soulful kiss, their tongues slow, savoring, his hands kneading her breasts, fingers teasing her nipples, her gasps fueling him.

Their fucking grew frenzied, Vanessa's hips slamming down, her pussy stretching, friction electric. Milo's hands gripped her rear, squeezing, guiding her, his lips finding hers, a desperate, open-mouthed kiss, teeth grazing. Her moans blended with his groans, the room alive--skin slapping, wet squelches, bed creaking, gasps a chorus.

Milo's orgasm surged, his meaty balls tightening, his cock throbbing. "Vanessa--I'm--fuck," he groaned, kissing her hard, tongue plunging into her mouth, his hips bucking wildly. His climax a erupted, an epic torrential release, his cock pulsing, spurting hot streams into Vanessa's hot wet insides, each wave a seismic jolt, flooding her, spilling past the tight seal of her pussy on his girth, coating her thighs. The sensation was overwhelming--her pussy amplifying each pulse, milking him, the heat a crucible. His body shuddered, muscles tensing, sweat dripping, vision blurring, anchored by her lips, her breasts under his hands, her moans. Each spurt was a surrender, his heart pounding, breath ragged, intensity leaving him weightless.

Vanessa rode him through it, grinding, her pussy clenching, drawing out his climax, her lips locked on his, kissing through his groans, tasting his release. "YES--Milo--FILL ME," she gasped, feeling his heat, the pulsing, the slick warmth pushing her toward another peak. She chased it, riding fiercely, her pussy spasming, his cock driving her wild, even as his release subsided. Milo's hands squeezed her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples, his lips finding hers, a soft, trembling kiss, urging her on.

Her second orgasm hit, a violent wave of synapse firing off in her brain, sending shocking signals to every fiber, her pussy convulsing, gripping him with an extreme intensity. "G-God--Milo--AGAIN," she cried, her climax shattering, a burst of light, her body arching, breasts heaving, thighs quaking, cries primal. It was apocalyptic--her core pulsing, nerves alight, his hardness grounding her as she soared, pleasure almost painful. She collapsed onto him, lips finding his, a desperate, clinging kiss, their tongues slow, her body trembling.

Their bodies slumped into each other, Vanessa on his toned chest, her mountainous breasts smashed against him, their sweat and scents mingling, breaths ragged, air thick. The bed a chaotic nest of rippled sheets and dampness, the air in the room a cocoon of passion and sexual release. Milo's hands traced her back, her skin soft, his cock softening inside her, a lingering connection, a sign of their unyielding desire for one another. Milo, his breath short and tagged from his intense orgasm...

"Vanessa--you're--my everything," Milo whispered, kissing her forehead, lips gentle.

Vanessa lifted her head, kissing him softly, lips swollen, eyes filled with tears of passion.

"You're mine, stud," she murmured, her melodic voice, husky, filled with satiation.