Her mouth was agape and eyes wide and growing wider the further and further down she slid. I don't blame her. I was doing the same. The thing was mass...ive. I can't believe a cock that big exists-- much less that my wife is face to face with it. And she was going to get to suck it and make it grow!? How big could it get!? I know she has trouble getting all of my cock in her mouth... she is barely going to get past the head of this thing! And how much cum does a cock like that make? His balls were. " Rana corrected, as Olga would."Da, whatever." the bouncer laughed, and let them into the club. Rana led Zaid upstairs."Be ready." she said as quietly as she could and still be heard. The static was giving Zaid a headache. The door opened, and they stepped inside. Zaid felt much better once the door was closed."Olga, what... ?" someone said. Rana put her hand out, and the man flew backwards."What the hell?" someone else exclaimed. There were over four dozen women in various stages of. "I'll call each of you forward in order. For this race, the Bar D has three competitors and the Circle B has two. The line up is also on the schedule, Bar D has the odd slots, B has the evens." He stepped back and called "Slave Carol."A blond with dark roots stepped forward pulling her bike by hand. Two others helped her arrange it on the scale, and then stepped off the scale plate. Another small woman was standing next to her, obviously her rider."Slave Carol's weight is two hundred and eighty. So many days flashed through my head as I rode as I had never ridden before or since. So many days of dancing and smiling and kissing. You, smiling down from the back of that great black beast you rode, bending for a kiss. You, dancing in the rain, naked as the day you were born, with that glorious hair flinging out in all directions, dusted with diamond drops. You, lying on the rug in front of the fire, the flickering flames bronzing your skin and making your brown eyes burn amber. Even now,.