A true monster cock

Part I
It started out as one of the worst dates I’d ever had.
He was good looking enough, to be sure… tall, blonde, and decent muscles showed through the nice suit.
And he had money. Designer sunglasses hid his emerald eyes while he drove, and when he laid them down; it was on the dash of a beautiful blueFerrari convertible.
But his arrogance was overwhelming.
“Order whatever you want, babe,” He said as he offered me the menu, then added, “I can afford anything, especially when I’m about to bag a hottie like you.”
About to bag me!
“Salad’s fine, thanks,” I said when the waiter came by. I didn’t want anything heavy on my stomach when I dumped this creep. It was surprising we made it through the meal at all, since the conversation was all one-track.
“So, those are some nice tits, toots. How big are we talking here? DD’s? E’s? Bigger?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” I said, trying to make the glacial quality of my voice apparent.
He stretched, settling into his seat.
“Well, I guess I’ll be finding out soon enough.” Hereasoned.
I decided to let him have it.
“This is our first date! What makes you so sure!? You haven’t talked to me at all, you haven’t shown interest in me as a person, and you’re obviously so full of yourself, you’re about to explode with hot air!”
I let it sink in.
He didn’t bat an eye, and even smiled.
“Oh I’m totally sure, babe. And of course I’m not interested in you as a person… nice hips like that,nice legs, and those melons! Christ, we’re lucky I’m not tipping the table!”
“What did you say!?” I gasped.
“Let me drive you home.” He smiled, standing.
Part II
On the way home, he pulled over; the quiet stretch of road to my house had few travelers this late, and lots of stars.
“Oh, so NOW you’re going to try to start romancing me, huh?” I huffed.
“Romance this, bitch!” He sneered, and suddenly raised his hips to lower his pants.
“I-“
I stopped.
I stared.
My pulse fluttered.
My mouth watered, and it wasn’t all that was moistening.
A sudden hunger was awoken in me I didn’t know I had.
“Oh my God” I barely whispered.
It looked as thick as sturdy chair leg, and it was at least ten inches long to where was cascading over the massive balls, and it was hanging down his right thigh.
Hanging because it was still soft!
“I’ve never se-“
“Seen one so big?” He interrupted me. “Of course you haven’t. I’m the most man you will ever meet, and don’t you fucking forget it.”
“Is it-“
“Real? Of course it’s fucking real. You’ll feel that soon enough.
“I muh-uh-“
“How about you stop putting your foot in your mouth, busty, and you put this in it instead?”
He was still an arrogant prick, but somehow wasn’t the prick I cared about anymore.
I leaned my head in for a closer look, and was struck by the pungent, masculine scent emanating from him. Clean, strong, and capable of crushing my thoughts by filling my nostrils with lust.
I took a moment to marvel at the balls. They had the texture and shape of a pair of tan Brazil nuts, but they were much larger. Each was easily the size of a ripe mango, and they looked heavy and full enough –resting on those nicely muscled smooth thighs– to burst forth with sweet juice.
I lowered my head, chin resting on his leg, and stuck out my tongue. The musky taste was divine as I lifted a single massive nut onto my tongue, lapping at it slowly and firmly, running my taste buds around the rough circumference.
As I reached the top the big ball plopped back down.
Then I was hooked, addicted, and in a frenzy.
My hands hefted his heavy sack and each cradled a single tremendous ball, squeezing gently and firm, pumping them a little up and down as my tongue went on the attack. I licked and lapped and sucked and slurped, slowly getting the confidence to pop as much as one hemisphere of a seed slinger between my big soft lips.
I’m proud of my lips…