Way over the Top
"Oh Yes, I love it!" she gasped out loud as she slowly settled down again onto his hard thick cock, letting it glide up her in one long luscious whoosh.
She looked down lovingly at her man as she straddled him on her dishevelled bed and loved that feeling of being totally stuffed to bursting point. Completely filled with a hot throbbing shaft, that touched all her deep hidden places, and got into the far corners of her cunt.
Bending over she kissed him gently and he playfully held her prisoner in his arms as he moved his mouth to nibble each of her nipples in turn as her breasts softly brushed his face.
"God you feel big in there!" she murmured, rising and falling on his slippery shaft. Letting it almost slip out of her before sinking back down hard on it and feeling that exquisite thrill of being in control and fucking him, for a change.
"Surely not too big, not for a big girl like you?"
"You're not on the receiving end." She sighed. "I tell you its big! Any bigger and it would be quite painful. Big is beautiful Darling, but too big can be quite gross."
"I thought a girl's cunt could stretch to accommodate any size of cock?"
"Well this girl's cunt can't, and I should think it's the same for most other girls too. It's just a male fantasy that we can take anything you men care to plunder our pussies with. I love yours just as it is, and it fits me perfectly like a glove."
"Like a very horny velvety glove? One that makes you run with juice and pumps you full of cream?"
"Oh yes, the very same Darling! And talking of cream," she added, "You know how we reckoned that each time you cum you let a good tablespoon of spunk go into me ..."
"No, no! Only a teaspoon My Love, not a damned tablespoon!" He interrupted her laughing at the very idea. "That's way over the top!"
"No, it's a tablespoon." She insisted vehemently. "Hell I've swallowed enough of it to know just how much you shoot into my mouth to know the difference between a teaspoon and a tablespoon full... anyway ... oh bugger it!"
She laughed at herself, knowing full well that he was more than likely right, but still went on with her line of thought.
"Well the other day I was tidying up my cupboards and I found this old glass measuring jug, and before I could stop myself, there I was counting out tablespoons of water into the jug, to see how many spunkings would make a pint."
"You horny little thing! and how many to the pint then?"
"Well I didn't actually get a pint full. Sorry but I got all horny at the thought of it, and started to play sticky finger with myself, but I do reckon that each month you are giving me a good half a tumbler of spunk.
I mean just imagine how much that is in a year! I could bath in the damned stuff."