I park my car on the driveway outside my garage. There's no space for it, not with the sleeping beauty that sits inside that garage. To clarify, I love machine guns. They are beautiful. It's not the morbid fascination an emo pre-teen has with death. It's the same appreciation that an artist can admire a beautiful painting or a musician can appreciate a beautiful composition. It's appreciating the history, the effort of the design process, and the mechanical perfection of its operation. And like the great George S. Patton said with regards to armies, a machine gun is a team. It loads, ejects, shoots, and fights as a team. 
        The package is heavy in my hands. Absolutely brimming with energy at what might be in the garage. Playing coy with its disbelief. Both it and I know what is on the other side of my garage door. I turn on the lights to reveal an M2HB, Brownings' holy gospel, on a table. All it's missing is a bolt. The package slips forward like a puppy wanting to pounce into its new bed, desperate to settle in and enjoy its new home. I catch it just in time. 
        I tear open the package to pull out the beefy bolt assembly of the gun. I had spared no expense with the restoration magic to make sure every little piece was in top working order. Each part is as perfect as when it came from the factory but knowledgeable with years of experience. As I slide the bolt into the gun, I run my fingers over the little pieces of trench art in the side. 
        GLORY - 1942 - 1950 - 1969 - 1984 - 1990 - 2003
        Quite a service life it has had. I run the charging handle a couple times to work the bolt back and forth. It makes an authoritative chunking noise that reminds me of someone cracking their back after a long sleep. I open the feed tray and see the pristine internals smiling up at me in the light. It's dripping after being played with. Wait… did I oil this? Suddenly the bolt's smile is more smug than anything else. I shake the oil from my fingers and wipe them on a nearby rag. Doesn't really matter does it? Probably got ahead of myself or something. 
I peek through the operations manual that came with the bolt. I sit down and put my feet up on one of the many cans of .50 BMG I have in the garage. An entire wall in fact. Out the corner of my eye I swear I see the shadow of the Browning shift to look at the wall of ammunition. A single drop of oil drops onto the table. I set down the manual and wipe it up too before going to bed. As I leave the garage I turn around to mutter, "g-good night." 
        It might have been just the creak of the door, but I hear a whispered "good night." 
        I nervously locked in it in case there was a ghost or something, I was half right. I wish it was a ghost. I'm woken up by a giant bang from downstairs. I bolt up in bed, blood rushing through my ears. Hoping it was just the auditory equivalent of feeling like you're falling before you fall asleep. The next bang makes me jump out of bed. I open my bedside table and grab my Beretta. I sprint downstairs towards the banging. It's coming from the garage.
        The door shakes with each bang, like someone is knocking on the other end but doesn't know their own strength. It's oddly playful in nature, whoever is on the other end knowing I'd come no matter what. It stops right when I am close enough to open the door. I stop my hand right before it touches the lock. Do I really want to know what's on the other side? I raise my pistol towards the door. I do…
        But I still hesitate, my hand shaking as I try to unlock the door as quietly as possible. The faintest of a clicking lock acting as a detonator for what is to come. The instant the lock opens the door blows off the hinges. Knocking me onto my back. A tall figure bends down to squeeze through the door frame. It can hardly fit. It angles its head curiously at me before smiling deviously. Shark teeth gleaming in the weak light of my house. My jaw drops from the sheer scale of the figure. It's like a wall crashing down on me when it leans down to pluck my pistol out of my hands, knowing right where to hit the decocker safety even with its huge fingers. It's hypnotizing the way all that mass moves so effortlessly.
        It swoops down its other powerful arm to hold me by the waist like I'm a soda bottle. Throwing me against the wall before pinning me with its giant body, choking my neck with two big, soft mounds. I look up with terrified eyes as it covers my mouth with its other hand. I stay silent so it doesn't crack my spine against the wall, all it would take is an errant twitch of its abdomen. 
In the dark all my other senses work overtime. The monster's touch is just short of burning, it cooks my skin anywhere even a bit of its body touches. I shiver as the monster takes its free hand and gently traces it down the side of my face, its silky finger tips caressing the skin like one would catch a snowflake that is to say unbelievably gently. It takes a deep breath. The two soft mounds choking my neck growing bigger, threatening to collapse my windpipe. It holds me so violently yet touches so gently. I swoon when I smell its skin, smokey vanilla, so sweet. It smiles again. It's shark teeth glittering like bullets in a belt, all neatly arranged for maximum efficiency. It runs its tongue over them as its burning eyes look down at me. 
They have the same glowing phopshperence of .50 cal tracers burning through the air. Its head comes close to letting its nose run up the side of my neck, mere millimeters off the skin. Its gaping mouth is even closer, each powerful, hot breath leaving my skin damp with humidity. Its teeth make me writhe when my skin tingles from such close proximity of what is essentially a knife threatening to puncture my skin as it plays across its surface. Until it brings its mouth up to my ear, blowing to make me shiver as the hot air blasts into my earlobe. Inhaling to make the moisture that has gathered on my skin turn into beads of ice. Making my face burn and blush red, much to its joy. I can see its eyes burning with self satisfaction at the terror it causes me, floating like twin will o'the wisps. The only source of light in the dark hallway. The red light stains its teeth with blood even before it has tasted mine. It opens its mouth to sample a chomp of my ear.
But whispers a simple, "got you."
It drives me mad by flicking the tip of my ear with the wet roughness of its tongue, and gives a girlish giggle. 
"I'm not scaring you, am I?"
I silently gasp at how nice her voice sounds. She speaks with the slow, staccato rhythm of a heavy machine gun but each word drips with a seductive honey. 
"Mhmm… I think I am." 
She pushes her chest against the wall harder, threatening to crack it and my windpipe alike. I whimper and kick my legs wildly. My knees bump against the brick wall of her abdomen. Making loud, meaty hits but she doesn't so much as flinch. If anything she thinks it's cute, endearing even. She grabs both my ankles in one hand.
"Shhh… shhh… there's no need to fight." She lets her mouth fall close to my ear again, putting it between her teeth. "You can't win," she says with a breathy whisper. "Shhh… it's alright… shhh…" she lovingly pats my cheek with a hand. 
Suddenly clamping down on my jaw when I still wirthe and scream, her eyes burn with anger.
"I said be quiet." She demands.
I go quiet but her anger doesn't leave. She turns my jaw to inspect my face like a biology student prepares to dissect a frog. Before forcing a powerful finger in my mouth, pulling at my lips to inspect my teeth. Her own eyes glass over with a terrifying unbridled lust so strong it's hypnotizing. She forces her finger around my mouth before finally pulling it out and licking my saliva off her finger. 
"Shhhhh…" she says again, trying to calm me. "I won't hurt you. In fact, I'm going to turn on the lights and let you down now, okay?" 
I nod as she lovingly pats my head, almost sending me down through the floor with her strength. The lights flick on and immediately sets her blonde hair ablaze. A straight waterfall of gold streaming down to the middle of her back. The girl's skin has a deep tan like she's been working in the desert for the last decade. Her face is pretty in the same way a look off a tall cliff is, it's intimidating and alluring. Majestic even. 
She follows through on her other end of the bargain and lets me go. I fall to the floor and look up at her. In the dark she was huge, but from my place on the floor she is titanic. Her head less than a foot from the ceiling. A robust athletic frame chiseled from great gains. Each well defined muscle but single part in an explosion of feminine curves. Her body forcing every inch of space to yield to her as a flood fills entire valleys destroying everything in its way. She's too much to handle and she knows it, so curvy it hurts. A hand on her hips and another against the ceiling as she smiles smugly, planting a foot between my legs with a stomp that shakes the house. 
"A clean hundred inches," she declares.
"What?"
"I'm one hundred inches tall." She smirks at my visible discomfort when I finish converting the numbers in my head. 
She bends down to pull me up by the shirt, holding me up off the ground like that for a bit while she laughs.
"What do you weigh, a hundred pounds?" She uses the cloth balled up in her hands as a bungee cord to bounce me up and down, I yelp and grab onto her strong hand. "Come on… you can tell me."
"More than a hundred!"
More laughter explodes from her mouth, so powerful I can feel it in my bones like a deep bass. She sets me down on my feet and presses a finger against the top of my head while stifling a giggle.
"Someone clearly didn't eat all their vegetables then."
"What did you eat growing up then?"
She smirks, "a well-balanced diet of .50 caliber bullets."
I look up at her nervously, thinking it's a joke.
"What's wrong?" She coos, getting down on her knees to look at me with a smirk. "Feeling intimidated?" She leans forward slowly, before suddenly exploding out like a gunshot in with a deafening, "BOO!"
I fall back against the wall but she catches me by the belt.
"Shhh… it's okay, like I said. 'I won't hurt you.'" She stands back up and pats me on the head again, straightening her arm all the way to emphasize the size difference. "Besides depending on who you ask, 'it's a war crime to use a .50 cal on enemy combatants, you can only use it on enemy material,'" she explains. "So only your belt is in danger," I breathe a sigh of relief, "but too bad that's a myth."
She smiles mischievously, making sure I see her shark teeth. Relishing in my reaction to her teasing.
"Have you really not worked it out yet, cutie?" She says as she pushes me into the wall with a simple poke of her finger. 
Digging as the tip of a .50 cal first pokes against one's chest before it flies through.
"I'm a waffengeist." She rubs a finger tip against the bottom of my chin, "we have a lot to talk about."


Her hips sway side to side as she walks. The shining black army boots she wears stomping authoritatively. I can't help but drool at the way the sinewy ropes of her thigh muscles explode against her tanned skin. The geist stops in the entrance of the living room taking a moment to playfully look back to make sure I'm still following her, and smiling when I blush under her gaze. She pretends to stretch, making sure the light of the living room flows around the edge of her silhouette like the sunlight around the moon during an eclipse. 
She's certainly big enough to pull off an eclipse of her own, in fact she could pull one off with her chest alone. She is stacked to say the least. I'm impressed that her clothes even fit her ceiling scraping self. The geist wears a worn out tanker's jacket that's been patched up with various American camos from the past. Clearly she has outgrown it but still wears it anyway, despite having to roll up the sleeves, not being able to zip it all the way over her chest, and the bottom of her abs peeking out from beneath. The same goes with her jeans that she has cut into shorts. Desperately trying not to tear from her birthing hips that mercilessly strain their worn cloth. 
The geist throws herself onto my couch. Putting her feet up as she lies back, taking a deep, happy breath. The combination of her clothes looking a little bit too small and her legs hanging far over the edge of the couch gives the optical illusion that she is even more massive than she already is, dwarfing everything in the room. The geist's relaxed, rhythmic breathing pulls all the air from the room, ballooning her generous chest outwards. Despite being big enough to rest my head on, they are still wonderfully proportional thanks to her height. All the right curves in all the right places. 
But best of all? I nervously crane my head to get a better peek. Tanlines. The thought of all that hidden milky skin makes me swoon.
She opens one eye and says, "so… what do you think?"
"About what?"
"I dunno, what do you think I mean?"
I blush and look away. She returns to reclining on the couch, the frame screaming under her weight. 
"Are you going to let me sit down?" I ask, "you said we were going to… 'talk.'"
She ignores me, pretending not to hear anything.
"C-Can you move?"
The corner of her mouth turns up in a smug smile, she opens her eyes and throws her gaze onto me. I flinch back when I mistake her eyes for red tracers flying right at me. 
"Make me."
I stand for a minute, not sure what to do. I walk over and put my hand against her side. Perhaps I could roll her over? But the instant I rest my hand on the steel hardness of her shoulder, I know that's not going to happen. My eyes fall on her graceful collarbone that her golden hair falls onto. Her hair has the same luster as brass underneath the sun. I blush when I see that she was staring at me the entire time. I move down to her legs, thinking I can push them upwards.
"Ah, ah, ah." She tuts. "Careful now. You're going to want to handle those with care."
"I know."
I place a hand on one titanic leg. Immediately caught off guard with how heavy it is. I mean some of it is bone, but the rest? That's all just muscle. She flexes her thigh quick as a flash, the surface of the skin rippling like a tsunami. I try to push just one of her legs up to no avail. 
"Are you pushing your leg down?"
"I'm not! I swear!" She stifles a giggle. "Go ahead, my leg is limp."
The effort needed to push it up high enough for me to at least duck under threatens to make me throw a disk. 
I start to lean down but then the geist teases me, "what are you going to do now, cutie? Do you really think that is enough space for you to sit? Where are you going to put my leg?"
She had hardly fit on the couch to begin with… just one of her legs still takes up most of the room. I had also assumed she would just keep her leg raised on her own, which in hindsight was kind of stupid.
The geist yawns and lets her leg slam down on my hand, like it's a bullet in a feed tray and her leg is the feed tray cover. I try to pull it out as she laughs more. 
"Sorry, cutie. I didn't mean to." 
She swings athletic legs over the top of my head, I duck down as they swoop with the same momentum of a train. The geist sits up and pats the cushion next to her. The couch has become lopsided from all the weight concentrated on her side. She has a mischievous grin on her face like she's planning something. 
"Here, cutie. Some space just for 'you.'"
Her last word drips with seduction that makes me shiver. A confusing streak of adrenaline from the danger mixed with the euphoria of being talked to so sweetly runs through my nerves. 
She tilts her head to the side, "come on… you can trust me." 
Before she pats the cushion one last time, she pushes her arms beneath her chest. Making her cleavage explode upwards in an eruption of tan skin. The v opening of her tanker jacket letting milky pale skin seep along the edges. Blessed tanlines. 
I sit as far away from her as possible.
"Awww… cutie." She coos, patting the cushion right next to her. "You can sit closer if you'd like. Anything for a good boy like you." She tilts her head to the side, "I don't bite."
I hear the geist sigh before jamming herself down into the couch. Tipping it up and sliding me into her. It's like hitting a plate of tank armor that's been layered with pillows. The sudden close proximity to her makes me dizzy. There's just so much of her. If I look down I can see the bottom two muscles of her abs winking down at me. If I look up her face peeks over the side of her strapping shoulder. If I look forward I can't ignore the mountain of feminine curves next to me. 
"Come on, you weren't so shy when you were working with me earlier, what's changed?"
I hide my blushing face behind my hands. She bounces her ass on the couch, bouncing me hard enough to make me reach for something to grab onto. It ends up being her side as she jams herself into me. Forcing my side into her hips. I can't help but look down at the toned ass that surges out of her jorts. All that supple flesh just rubbing against the couch. 
She brings a hand down to grab my chin, forcing my gaze upwards. 
"I distinctly remember…" she leans down to loom over me, her blonde hair forming a golden cage round me. "You JAMMING the bolt inside of me, really ROUGH against my walls, FILLING my insides." 
I try to look away but she chastises me like an angrily drill sergeant. "Eyes up here, cutie." I look at her as she smirks, "then you proceeded to GRAB my charging handle, THRUSTING it back and forth for your own PLEASURE. Forcing all kinds of NOISES out of me." 
She pulls my face up to her, forcing me to lift my body up so she doesn't pull my head off my neck. 
"Don't you think a person who TEASES someone like that should be punished, cutie?"
I feel her bicep bulge against my ribs as she pulls me closer, forcing my nose into her jacket. I clamber for a response.
"You're really, really warm." I stammer.
"Am I?"
I feel her wiggle against the couch to get closer to me. I try to push myself away. My hands graze her abs which makes her wince with arousal. She instantly crushes my hand in one of hers and grates it against her midriff. Starting to ease it beneath her jacket. She's getting all hot and bothered, which makes me very uncomfortable. Each rope of sinewy muscle coiling with excitement. All those hundreds of pounds of girl teetering on a hair trigger.
She tilts my head back. Bringing her own head down to me. I can feel the heat rolling off her lips as they sink towards mine. I see the gleam of saliva on her tongue as she runs her tongue along her teeth with anticipation. 
"Uhhh…" I stutter.
She drops her thigh into my lap, pinning me to the couch. "Shhh… just let it happen, okay?" Her tan skin becomes darker as her shadow envelopes me, making me shiver underneath the blanket. "Just go with it and everything will be okay."
This is what the dinosaurs must have felt like before the asteroid impact. Her breath makes my forehead damp. I push my hands against her but I would have better luck trying to push a glacier back. She finds my resistance endearing, but something to be broken. 
"WAIT!" I yell, "I NEED TO MAKE A PHONE CALL!"
The geist stops, before giggling. 
"All right, make your little phone call." She pats my head, running her powerful fingers through my hair as a train rams through snow. "I'll be waiting," she whispers.
I try to weasel out of the blanket but have to awkwardly duck under her arm. As I walk past her she clotheslines me with one of her legs. 
"Wait."
I fall face first into her thighs much to her amusement. There's a good layer of squish above the powerful brawn. I look up nervously at her red tracer eyes before she smiles again bouncing me off her legs.
"Don't take too long."
Even in the kitchen I can feel the giant's burning gaze on my back as I dial my friend for help, a fellow /k/ommando. 
"Come on… come on… pick up…" I mumble, looking over my shoulder at the waffengeist rapidly growing bored. "Pick up damn you… it's not even that late at night…" 
Idle hands are the devil's plaything. The geist props her chin up on her arm as she waits. The fit musculature of her arms bulging out of her rolled up jacket's sleeves. I don't want to see what she is like when she's bored. Her burning eyes looking at my stereo. 
"Hey, I'm not available right now, leave a mess-" 
I hang up and dial again. Running through ideas of what I can do to distract her. I don't suppose I can mix up some holy water in the sink and throw it on her? But anything less than a bucket of it would only serve to piss her off, ending with her throwing me through a wall. Wait… waffengeists aren't demons though.
"Hey, I'm not available right now, leave a mess-" 
FUCK. I pretend to talk as the geist begins to tap her foot frustratedly making the living room table bounce. What do waffengeists like… food! That's right! I can order a pizza, maybe two… 
Once the pizza is ordered, I find the geist still sitting patiently on the couch.
"Look who's back!" She teases, "you put the APB out for help?"
"Uhhh…"
She grabs me by the back of my collar and hoists me into her lap, running her fingers through my hair again. Sending tingles down my back with how each finger tip feels like warm kisses.
The geist whispers quietly, "you seem nervous, is everything alright?" My breath flutters as she cups the bottom of my chin in her big hand. "I was serious when I said I wouldn't hurt you. I couldn't do that to you." She breathes in my hair, "no… not to you. It'd be like hurting a cute little bunny rabbit. Don't you think, cutie?" Her hand presses my head into her shoulder. "You're like a cute little M1 carbine, more clever than an SMG but clearly trying to punch above your weight here." 
I shiver as she sneaks a hand under my shirt, running her fingers down the groove of my back.
"And you're not dealing with a rifle, or a machine gun, you're dealing with a HEAVY machine gun here, cutie." 
She sighs and arches her back to get more comfortable. Her abs grate against my stomach as she smothers me. Making me feel like a little bullet in an overheating chamber. There's just so much tan skin and doting touch. Everything sounds far away as she continues to run her fingers through my hair, the movements becoming slower, more tender.
"If I were to do 'something' to you, I don't think you could even fight back. No… no…" she whispers, letting her hand fall to twist my earlobe to make me wirthe against her. "It'd be like a bunny rabbit trying to fight a Sherman." Her chest swells with amusement as I continue to writhe. "And you are just the cutest little bunny rabbit I could ask for, in the places I've been? Cute things were hard to come by." I pant for air as her body heat cooks me, "but now I have one just wrapped around my finger." I look up to her lust filled eyes. "I could do ANYTHING I wanted to you." She licks her teeth which activates my flight instincts. 
The geist laughs and lets me go. Putting her feet up on the table as I breathe in cool fresh air, a welcome change from the stifling smokey scent of her.
"How about some music, cutie? Something to 'defuse' the mood?"
I nod and go to the nearby stereo. 
I swear the floor shifts when the geist gets up to stand behind me. I pretend not to notice and just look down at the CDs I have. It gets really bad when her shadow looms over me but it gets even worse when she presses herself up against me. She puts her arms around my stomach to hug me from behind, placing her stacked chest on my head. My face turns red as she begins to rest her soft breasts on my head. They're surprisingly heavy. I shiver from how her supple titflesh squishes to envelope my scalp, her tanker's jacket scratching against it too.
"You squeeze that CD any harder and you're going to break it," she coos. 
I whimper as she pulls me off my feet in her hug, standing to her full height. She sways her hips side to side for good measure to make my legs swing like pendulums. Her ambient body heat is cooking me once more. 
"Did you find anything good, hmmm?" I struggle for a response as she begins to tighten her hug. "No? Hmmm, how about we look together, cutie?" She continues to effortlessly hold me with just one arm, letting the other flip through my CDs. "You should really label these more clearly, we might just be here all night." Her giggling chest batters me like the recoil of a machine gun. "How about this one? No? Hmmm… how about this?"
"S-Sure… just pick one."
The geist sighs, "alright, this one looks nice."
I show her how to use the stereo. 
"Do you know how to dance?" She says coyly. 
I look up at the geist's giant height, all those toned, athletic curves, she just seems to go on forever. One misstep and she'd squash me without even noticing. Her arm begins to reach out to seize me by the shoulder. But the phone rings before she can do so. 
"I should get that!"
I breathe a sigh of relief and scramble to the kitchen. I answer the phone right when the geist turns on the stereo. Music blaring loudly.
"Hello?"
"Anon? Why did you call me? Why is it so loud over there, are you having a party?"
"No, wait… hold on."
I peek into the living room, the geist slowly dancing to the opening notes of the song.
I cover the phone and ask. "Hey, can you turn that down?"
The geist just smiles smugly, puts her fingers around the volume knob, and turns it up. I sigh and hide behind the counter to block out the sound of the music.
"Sorry, it's… uhh… you're not gonna believe it, but one of my guns has a waffengeist living in it."
My friend laughs. "Seriously, which gun? Please tell me it was your Beretta, get some sweet Italian curves."
I feel the floor shiver ever so slightly, and peek over the counter. The geist's blonde hair waves in the air as she begins to dance to the lyrics of Hall and Oates' Maneater.
"N-No, she's all American."
"Your AR? Don't you have a C7 upper on it?"
"No… it's not that."
My friend pauses before asking dead serious, "is it the .50 cal." 
"..."
"HOLY SHIT DUDE!" 
He roars with laughter, and in the other room the geist catches me looking at her. She begins to really rock her hips. I blush at the way her jorts contrast against all her tan skin. A sadistic part of me wants her to crush my head between her thighs so I can have a close up look at the tanlines teasing me from beneath the blue fabric of her jeans. 
"How big is she?"
"B-Big, too big."
"No, shit, it's a .50 cal." He scoffs, "she stacked?"
I watch her chest push against the zipper of her tanker's jacket. Her cleavage spilling out of the khaki fabric, as unstoppable as water blowing over a dam. Always in need of more space.
"Yeah…" I sigh, "look dude, what can I do to like…"
        "What, stop her?"
        "Yeah."
        "Why would you? Be glad, you were struck by lightning my friend."
        The geist mouths the chorus of Maneater, looking back at me occasionally with her burning eyes. The floor shivering from her powerful movements. Making my stomach drop as I realize how futile this all is.
        "I've been trying to distract her."
        "By doing what?"
        "I ordered a pizza, two of them." I stammer. 
        "That's good, geists love food." My friend laughs, "better have ordered some protection with that pizza."
        "P-Protection?"
        "I'm just joking, dude. Anyway, congrats. I have to go."
        "... bye."
        "Bye."
        The dial tone acts as my executioner, directing me towards the living room.
        The geist slams into me, knocking the wind out of me, and pinning me against the wall with her ass. 
"Oops, sorry. I didn't see you there, cutie!"
The rough fabric of her shorts rubs against my crotch. I flail and try to push her away, but she is too strong. She laughs and sways her hips a little bit. Grinding against me with her soft cheeks. She throws her hair back, the long blonde strands tickling my nose. Keeping me under her gaze for a minute longer before finally letting me down. I fall to my hands and knees.
        "How'd your call go?
        I gasp for air as I stammer out my response, "good…"
        Suddenly her shadow grows exponentially as she kneels pat my head, I watch her lick her lips.
        "So as I was saying…" her eyes dart up to look at me mischievously, "do you know how to dance?"
        "N-No… and I'd rath---"
        Her hand gags my mouth as she waves her finger side to side disappointedly.
        "Shhh… shhh…" her eyes flicker with the faintest burn of anger, before she sighs. "Do you want me to teach you how to dance?" Her finger scratches my chin playfully, "I'm a really good teacher."
        "Okay…" I mutter.
        The geist pulls me to my feet. Leaving me standing alone in the middle of the room as she plays the next song. Her hips instantly moving to the beat. She takes rhythmic steps towards me. Her fit body moves with unbelievable agility, like a P-38 Lightning. She closes her eyes to get in tune with the song, silently singing along to the lyrics of Gloria, pretending she's Laura Branigan. 
        "Come on, cutie. Dance a little, just try." 
        I awkwardly try moving my body and she giggles.
        "No… not like that." My eyes grow wide as her hands grab mine in a forceful hold. "Let me show you." 
She pulls me along like a puppet, abusing her strength to drag me around the room. I feel her muscles ripple against me as she glides with me in her hold. Punching out against her silky tan skin to piston against me in sinewy explosions. Making me feel small with how effortlessly powerful she is. I look up at her bouncing chest and blush when she holds me closer against her curves, just made to make me swoon. 
"You see, it's about matching the movements of your partner." I blush as she speaks softly to me. "Making sure you and her are, 'in tune,' like the timing of a machine gun." She coaxes a gasp out of me when she gropes my behind to force me into her. "Moving together, trusting your instincts, listening to what your body says." I feel her capture my rapidly growing hard on between her soft thighs.
I try to change the subject, "s-s-so do you have a name?"
"A name?" She sighs as she thinks, blowing hot hair to ruffle my hair. "I don't think I do."
"Do you know any you'd like me to call you?"
        The geist holds me closer, tightening the hold of her thighs around my sensitive part. The swaying of her hips make her thighs flex to make bolts of pleasure run through my nerves. I feel sweat bead down my forehead as her restless radiator of a body has finally gotten to mine. Permeating my own skin to heat me up too. I see her bring her a finger down to catch a bead of sweat to taste it, she moans breathlessly. My body goes limp when she holds me off the ground so my face is buried in her cleavage. I look up at her hungry eyes. Her mouth turning up into a smile that shows off her shark tooth smile as she listens to the music.
        "What about Gloria?"
        "G-Gloria is good."
        Gloria smiles when she hears the doorbell ring, "is that your reinforcements?"
        "No… it's… c-c-could you let me down?"
        She obliges my request, but sneaks in one last remark. Her blonde hair falling like a cage around me as she rests a hand on my shoulder suggestively.
        "Maybe try to… calm down… before you answer the door."
        "R-R-Right!"
        Once my hard on subsists, not an easy thing when my clothes now smell like Gloria from how she was grinding up against me, I answer the door to get the food.
        "Thanks… have a nice night." The delivery boy mumbles.
        "You to---"
        A loud moan makes us both jump. I swallow nervously as the delivery boy cracks a dumbfounded smile at something behind me.
        "ANON!" I hear Gloria moan lustfully. "Come back to bed, please!"
        I turn around to see Gloria's tall, tanned body covered only by a white bed sheet that drapes around her bombastic curves, every muscle highlighted by the fabric. The contrast of colors is hypnotic and her curves punch you in the face. One hand grips the top despite her two long, perky nipples being able to hold the sheet up on their own. Her other hand pushes against the ceiling as she sways side to side, the delivery boy's eyes look up at the ceiling fixture that sways in tandem.
        "Did my moans make the neighbors call the cops again?" She says, feigning seductive exhaustion.
        "N-No! Can yo---"
        She pounces on me, hugging me tight with one arm as she bites and kisses my neck. Her sharp teeth almost break the skin as she drags her rough tongue across my neck to mark me as her's. Having to bend down and not caring that there isn't nearly enough bed sheet to cover both her cleavage and her privates, opting just to cover the latter. Gloria moans in my ear, gnawing at it as I panic.
        "Just another few more hours, please? I'll be a good girl, you can do anything to me. I want you to throw yourself between my thighs again, just you and ME. Alone. Under the sheets together, making me beg for you to slow down as you flood my womb with your ho---"
        I slam the door shut. My face is hot red as Gloria laughs, almost dropping the bed sheet entirely. I hold the boxes of pizza not knowing what to do with myself. Gloria rips one open and grabs a slice.
        "I'll go and change now."
        The hallway is filled with laughter as she walks down it, eating her slice. I'm able to admire the full majesty of her tanlines. I watch her wide hips sashay, milky white skin curling up in a V where her shorts had covered her ass, almost as pristinely white as the bedsheet she carries, and around the top of her back is a dollop of creamy white skin where a sports bra had been. Implying she has worked many arduous jobs outdoors in just a sports bra and shorts, making her all the more captivatingly rugged. 
But it's odd, I didn't see a sports bra under her jacket. Not even the faintest peek of it. Only her breasts… which means her chest is just that big and heavy. I swoon at the mental image. That explains a lot, like how there always seemed to be an endless flood of titflesh coming out of seemingly nowhere when she squished her chest against the top of my head. But how does she have tan lines before her sports bra shows? I lean against the wall when I realize the answer. Muffin topping milkers, no… perhaps cheesecake milkers? Like how Japanese cheesecake jiggles from the slightest movement, that is why so much of her chest moves when she laughs. She is stacked, in every sense of the word. 
I sit down on the couch and try to calm my nerves, biting my knuckles. Gloria comes into the room with the biggest grin on her face. She finishes zipping up her tanker jacket. Titflesh muffin topping over the jacket as she struggles to zip it up. I bite my lip at the sight of the milky white tan line on the skin and can't help but smile when I see her sports bra rising to the top of her chest like cream from milk as she tries to force the zipper up further. It's an American flag. 
"DAMN IT!" She swears and stomps her foot angrily. 
Gloria sits and huffs as she gently pulls the zipper back down. I can see the pink area where the zipper had bit her. She sighs as she tries to pull it up but fails yet again as her chest smooshes to block it.
"D-Do you want help?"
Gloria sighs and nods. My hands shiver as I scooch over to help her. Her body vibrates with energy. She's so big… it's hard to not feel tiny next to her. I gently push her breasts in, biting my tongue to silence a gasp at how they're even softer than I imagined. So much pillowy goodness that my fingers sink into them, being enveloped by tan and creamy skin so silky it makes my vision blurry. I take a deep breath and steel myself. I carefully push the spot where Gloria's breast had been bitten by the zipper, she winces and seemingly begins to grow. Every part of her body pushes outwards as her lungs fill with air but she defuses herself with a quick blush and shrinks back down. I pull the zipper up as far as it reasonably goes and sit back. 
My mind is still racing with how soft her pillowy breasts were. I want her to pull me in with a strong arm, smooshing my face into the bottomless valley of her cleavage. Making my head shake with every breath she takes. Beating me into a lust filled frenzy with the sound of her powerful heart. Me feeling all of her fitness as she pushes up against me to ensure maximum contact and…
"Thanks, Anon." Gloria says with a blush. "I've had this since forever, and I guess it's just a little too small for me now. I should probably get something more my size."
"I like it on you." I throw my hand over my mouth when I realize what I said. 
"Really?" She seizes on me, poking my nose playfully, "do you like it more when I have it on or off?" She pushes me against the couch, "I saw you looking at me when I had nothing but that bedsheet on?" Her hands press against my shoulders, threatening to crack them from either their grip or the weight of her athletic arms. "Which is it?"
"Uhhh…" I look away, blushing, trying to kill the mental images of her near naked body. "T-T-The food is getting cold."
Gloria rolls her eyes and pulls off of me. Grabbing a slice and munching it down in three bites, making sure I see how far she can push the whole crust down her throat. She can get the entire thing in her mouth with no problem. Pushing her finger down to the knuckle… 
I blush and eat my own slice as Gloria finishes the rest of the pizza in no time at all, starting on the next without so much as a breath. She's so energetic.
"It's been a while since I had food, good food."
"You could eat before?"
"I mean… I wasn't really comfortable showing my geist form around in the field. But if a part of an MRE or errant snack were left out in the open with no one looking? Let's just say it went missing." 
We eat in silence. But Gloria makes sure to pull me close to her, resting her chest on my head as she eats. My face burns as her body heat keeps my slice from getting cold. She eats happily. Until she drops some sauce on her skin, some of it falls on my hand.
"Oops, sorry cutie." 
Gloria wipes the sauce off her chest with a napkin right before it drips into her cleavage. She brings the napkin down to my hand but then stops. I look up quickly and make eye contact, judging from the mischief glowing behind her eyes, she knows what I'm worried about her doing but will do it anyway. 
My hand is brought up to her mouth as she licks the sauce off the palm of my hand with her tongue, eventually wrapping her tongue around one of my fingers. Pulling it into her mouth. It's an endless boiling void. The scratching of her teeth against my skin sends tingles down my spine. I try to pull my hand away but she simply closes her lips around my finger to make sure that doesn't happen. Her tongue has choked the entire thing with no effort at all. Saliva drips down it in hot rivers. Gathering at the base of the finger, beads of it running down my knuckle. She grinds her teeth against the bone. Giggling when I desperately try to pull it out, eventually letting me go but not before biting down hard the instant the finger leaves her mouth.
"Say… Anon…" she grins, "do you have a bathtub?"
I stop chewing. 
"Yes… why?"
Smugness is her response. She runs her fingers up my chest, smirking.
"Can I use it?"
"Sure…"
"With you?"
My cheeks ignite cherry red, I push myself away from her.
"N-No… I'm okay, I'll use it after you."
"It wasn't really a question, cutie."
She says, "cutie" like she's addressing an insubordinate soldier. I feel her strong fingers grab my shirt and I flail against her steely arms. 
"I really recommend it, it will help you to relax."
"I'm fine!"
Gloria dips her head down to peek at me from the side as I sweat nervously. 
"No… I think you aren't." I feel her nibble my ear. "I think it's cute when you're scared like this, scared the big bad girl is going to hurt you?" I shiver and try to escape but she pulls me off the couch, "I could never hurt you, cutie. Don't worry." She pushes her other hand beneath my shirt. "My hands are very, very gentle where it counts."
I yelp when she stands up with me still dangling by my shirt. She marches up the stairs. Making me sway uncomfortably, I grab her side and struggle to wrap my arms all around her herculean abdomen. 
"Ohhh… cutie," she coos, "coming around to the idea now?"
She opens the door into the bathroom, her clothing bursting as she bends to fit through inside. She sits me on the sink and I'm still not even face height.
"Wonderful, now how about we strip those clothes off you?"
I smack her hands away as she gropes at my body. Her hands are so fast and strong that I give up trying to push them away. I settle for pulling my clothing down when she tries to pull it off. Her massive chest swells with anger as she soon gets fed up. 
"STOP FIGHTING!" She demands. "Just let me…" she groans angrily, "stop it!"
I go quiet when she grabs me in a bearhug, trapping my arms between her chest and my torso.
Gloria whispers furious, "if this is some cutesy 'resistance training' thing, it's not cute anymore. Just let me take your clothes off and everything will be okay, I'm not going to hurt you." She tries to pull my shirt off but I cling to it. "Unless… I need to apply more force and something were to 'happen.'" I feel her crush my wrist in one hand as she glares down at me, I whimper as she whispers in my ear, "you know you can't win, it's like charging a machine gun, it's pointless, just… surrender."
"P-Please stop." I plead.
She rolls her eyes and lets me down. "Fine! Have it your way." 
I'm thrown out of the bathroom and the door shuts as I hear her run the water for a bath. I kind of feel bad… she seemed really eager. I pick myself up but am not quite sure what to do now. When the water stops and I hear her sigh as she dips herself in the bath, I knock on the door.
"WHAT!?" She demands.
"Can I come in?"
"... sure."
Water sloshes around loudly as Gloria soaks herself in the bathtub that is clearly too small to fit her. Her legs awkwardly kept up against the shower wall and her head craned at an odd angle. She tries to keep most of herself underwater. Bubbles float on top of the steaming water. I watch her wash one of her long legs, her abs erupting out of the water like surfacing submarines as she tilts her body to get a better reach.
"What did you want to talk about?" I don't like how cold she is now.
"I'm sorry…"
"For what?" She looks at me with a sudden smug smile, pleased her charms are so irresistible. 
"Uhhh… uhhh…" I stammer.
Gloria leans over to rest her arms on the side of the tub. Water overflows as her body rushes towards me. Her breasts forming their own tsunami which forces hot soapy bathwater over the brim of the tub. Her nipples are conveniently hidden under the surface. The pale part of her tan lines are just as pearly as the bubbles that float in the water.
I step back from the overflowing water and stammer more as I search for the right words.
"Ummm…"
She puts a finger against my lips.
"Shhh… shhh… cutie… it's okay… you don't have to talk." She tilts her head to the side, letting her wet golden hair mat against her collarbone, "is this about joining me in the tub?"
"Uhhh…" my cheeks blush as she reaches a giant hand out for me to take. "Uhhh…" 
        When I stay frozen, Gloria laughs loudly.
        "Ohhh… so you're the nervous type… I get it." She wipes a tear from her eye, the faintest part of an areola peeking above the surface as her arm moves. "That explains a lot." Suddenly she gets very serious, "but if we were to…" she runs her wet fingers up my chest. "You would enjoy it… right?" 
        That question hangs in the air like a knife from a string. 
        "Y-Yes." I admit.
        "Why?"
        I turn away and stay silent.
        "Ahhh… too embarrassed? That's okay, cutie," suddenly she tugs me by the back of my shirt. Stopping just short of pulling me into the tub with her. "You do find me attractive though… right? Most say they're into big guns but when it comes to it? Not so much."
        I blush and try to wiggle out of her grasp. Gloria sighs and lets me go.
        "How about you go into the bedroom for a little bit… rest up… and I will finish this by taking a 'shower.' To help 'cool' my nerves of course." She unplugs the drain and points to the door. "Now go, I love teasing you, but you seeing 'all' of me? I think your head will catch on fire from you blushing too hard." I hear her laughing as I close the door.
        I lie in bed and immediately feel the mattress bounce a little. No, wait, that's just the bed frame. The floor shivers faintly as Gloria runs the shower. The water goes for the next twenty minutes. The door shakes every so often. Lots of sloshing water can be heard from inside, a lot of sloshing water. I try to ignore it but it's very distracting.
        Gloria bursts out of the bathroom beet red and panting hard. Her titanic frame heaving up and down with each breath. She hasn't even bothered to try zipping up her jacket, leaving it open to show off her abused sports bra. The fabric painfully strained by the sheer weight of her massive chest. Each tit sadistically piledriving the fabric down and out. Her abs ripple as she walks towards me. Looking like armor plates that grow out of her midriff, able to tank a rocket. Gloria truly is the incarnation of an M2HB. Loud, powerful, and built to last.
        "Did you use all the hot water?" 
        She smiles, "it was a cold shower, cutie."
        Before I can say anything she jumps onto the bed, bouncing me onto my back as she looms over me. Straddling me without actually grinding against me. Simply standing above, basking at the sight of the meal before her.
        Gloria sighs, "god, do you know how cute you look when you look at me like that?"
        "W-What?"
        "Big eyes, worried mouth, and just shrinking inwards." She pins my wrists to the bed as she sniffs my neck. "Meek. Small. Weak. No match for a .50 cal…" she groans and continues to play with her food. "Such a tease too, acting like you didn't know what I wanted to do? So coy."
        Gloria stares down at me with her burning red eyes. The blonde titan heaving with need.
        "I've had it up to here." 
She says through gritted teeth, her terrifying anger has begun to bubble back up. My feet are swept up so my ankles are pulverized in one hand and my wrists crushed in another. I sputter from the sudden motion. Whimpering when she begins to hump my crotch lustfully. Her hips pistoning to grind my pelvis into dust. 
"Pulling my charging handle like that? No regard for if I was lubed or not? God… damn it… and the way you got so worried when you saw how wet I go? That meek little look of worry as you flipped through the operations manual? Adorable." Gloria bites on my neck, her steamy breath making her saliva drip down my skin like hot blood. "I had half a mind, the first time I got you up against the wall, to thrust you through that wall with my hips after I made you scream as you came. Making sure you knew who was in charge."
Gloria laughs sadistically as she licks the saliva off my skin.
"Open your mouth."
I close it fearfully.
"Open. Your. Mouth."
I open it carefully.
Gloria spits in it lustfully, following it up with a long wet french to make sure I swallow it. I writhe and buck as she presses her full weight against me. When she finally finishes choking me with her kiss, her lips pull back still moored by a thick strand of saliva. She moves to my ear to bite and run her tongue along the earlobe. I brace against the bolts of tingly ecstasy that I get from such intimacy. Gloria bites with far more strength than before, having stopped caring about safety. I reflexively pull myself away much to her amusement.
"That's it cutie, fight, fight against me. It's adorable."
She pulls her teeth away, my heart rising in a naive celebration of her retreat. Gloria blows on the saliva hanging off my earlobe to make me wince from the cold wetness. 
"A tease like you needs to know that kind of behavior is not acceptable." She leans back, forcing my eyes to wander up the tanned behemoth of lust. "I'm built for heavy duty, for strength, for fighting, for fucking." 
Gloria mashes her chest against me as she crashes down. Increasing the ferocity of her humping.
"God, I am going to fuck you. Fuck, fuck, fuck you. You're not going to be able to breath as you cling to me in fucking euphoria. I'm going to leave you a fucking sweaty, drained mess." Gloria groans, the vibration of her vocal cords something I can feel in my bones. "A fucking tease finally getting what he deserves, I'm going to get what I deserve, a good fuck. We're not going to 'have sex' or 'make love.' We are going to fuck." Gloria throws her head back to moan like a beast about to tear into her prey, "like fucking animals."
I'm carried through the air as Gloria falls onto her back, her mountainous chest laid before me as she forces me against her midriff. She pulls her jacket open and huffs hungrily.
"I left some water in the valley of my cleavage for you to enjoy. I expect it to be all licked up."
I whimper as she pushes my head in between her tits, her nipples poking out like spikes from beneath the overworked fabric of her sports bra. I feel her zip her jacket up behind me. Cooking me like a bullet in a burning chamber, I pray I don't "cook off." I look up at her confident face. 
"Lick it, cutie, or else."
I stop for a moment. Trying to gauge my surroundings as a person who fell into a canyon would. The walls of her chest have fallen like a landslide to squish against my head with their immense weight. Mountains of softness on either side of me, rendering my sense of touch moot with how overwhelming it is. All I can smell is the sweet, clean smell of this waffengeist, smokey vanilla. All I can see is darkness. All I can hear is the deafening beating of her heart and her occasional booming teasing.
"I know the water is still fucking down there. FIND IT!" 
The pressure of her hand begins to crack my skull. All I have is my sense of taste. I drag my tongue along the silky skin of her breasts. Trying to ignore the sensory overload from the other four sources I have. When I retract my tongue, it's like an earthquake as my head is baffled by her breasts shaking.
"DON'T PULL YOUR TONGUE OUT. KEEP IT THERE!"
I put my dry tongue against her breasts again searching for the water. Tasting her sweet, sweet skin. A thin layer of perfection dwelling on shifting tectonic plates of pure athleticism. Built from decades of hard work in the worst theaters of war. She's almost too strong. I feel her chest muscles ripple up wherever I lick, making her pillowy breasts act as cheeky distractions when they flood my tongue. There's just so much that I have no idea where I am or where to find the water. The hot air filtered through the narrow opening above my head isn't nearly enough to sustain higher thinking. Terror is the only thing I really know. I feel my mind slipping from dizziness as Gloria groans angrily.
"It's not that hard, cutie. It's wet. Your tongue is dry. Do I need to REALLY show you where?" She takes my silence as a yes, forcing my tongue into the right spot. "THERE. THERE IT IS. NOW. LICK."
I lick it up quickly, desperate to escape and once the last drop is gone, I feel her pull me up to rest my head against her shoulder. Which is comparatively cool compared to the stifling conditions of being zipped up in her jacket. Her abs rub against my lower body and her thighs clasp around my legs to lock me in place.
"Good boy…" I'm taken aback from the cool, gentleness in her voice. "You did good. That wasn't so hard, now was it?" She sighs and ruffles my hair with a cool breath. "Good boy… good boy…" she repeats over and over again. "Good boy…"
Gloria lets me rest my hot head. Slowly tilting her body side to side to rub her abs against my hard on. Making me squirm with pleasure that she finds beyond endearing, struggling to hold back her own lust in turn. I already feel drained just from that. Suddenly I hear the scratching of jeans being pulled off, I look behind me at Gloria pulling her jorts off. Followed by her lace panties. I gape at how big they are which only results in me getting them stuffed into my mouth. I gag on the sopping wet fabric, the sweet stickiness of her arousal coating my taste buds. Making my mind blurry with the strong taste.
"Shhh… shhh…" she whispers, "I'm going to be gentle, think of this as training, as firing blanks to get used to things. I don't want to run you too hard at the start. It's a warm up." Gloria sighs as she pats my head. "I wasn't kidding when I said, 'I fuck.'" When my body erupts with a flight instinct, I feel her press me back down lovingly but firmly. "Cutie…" she shushes me. "It'll be okay, I'm going to be sooo… sooo… gentle. You're not even going to need to do anything. I'm going to take care of everything. I'm going to make you feel so, so good." She playfully pokes her panties deeper into my mouth, "it's just a taste of what's to come and if it ever gets to be too much? Just bite down."
I feel her hands fall on my pants but stop.
"I'm going to pull your clothes off now, okay?" She coos. 
I feel her gently worm my clothing off while keeping me as close to her as possible. 
"Good boy, stay just like that. Let me do my thing." Gloria giggles, "in fact I'm going to take off my own clothes now."
I watch as she strips. My mind being blown by the sudden deluge of the visual feast I am being treated to. Her breasts all white and milky where the sports bra had covered it. Finally exploding out like fireworks once they are free from the oppression it had exerted on them, I fall in love with the way the tan skin runs down to pool on top of her breasts. All her muscles and curves on full display. All that feminine majesty out before me, at her scale it's like looking at the swiss alps. But even the ground is part of the erotic "show," in fact everything is. 
"Cutie… I need to ask you something…"
I nod, caught under her spell.
"Sooo… you know waffengeists are a little, 'magical,' in nature, right? I'm… a lot to handle and thought it might be fun if I were to use a little magic."
I mumble weakly through her panties.
"Think of it as… 'sharing my lust' with you. Let's just say it will help you to go further and make 'more.'" Gloria shivers excited at the thought. "Bigger guns like me are just brimming with magic, and so it's a reflex I've had to resist doing. It just comes out, like with how some organisms have pheromones. Do you want to do it?"
I nod weakly and she smiles. Her eyes glowing a bright red. 
"Good choice… don't worry this will feel very good."
She pulls me into the most electrifying kiss I have ever had. The charge is so strong it singes my lips. Gloria works her magic which sparks down my nerves lighting every muscle aflame with a burning pleasure. I writhe and bite down on her panties when it hits my groin.
I feel my balls feel more and more full by the second. Growing heavier and heavier with the strangest bliss I've felt in my life. The feeling of getting horny just stretched out into a mind melting crescendo. Gloria coos and plays with my hair to distract me a little, she cups my balls and licks her teeth.
"Good boy… good… how does that feel? Good… I'm sure."
All I can do is fall limp when my balls feel like they're overflowing. Precum dripping from my tip in thick beads. Leaking onto the bed sheets. I've never felt more backed up in my life. It's just the pressure before the orgasmic release of climaxing but kept at this fever pitch.
"I'm going to put you inside me now, okay? Remember to bite down on my panties if it's too much to handle."
Gloria brushes the outside of her sopping folds against the electrified tip of my cock to complete the circuit which shocks my brain with throes of ecstasy. I more precum leak out as she sighs happily, inserting me inside of her. I wirthe and groan as the sensation of her milking folds soaks my entire body in a hot magma of lust. I've never felt more horny in my life than I have now. It's too much, rendering my body useless as Gloria simply grinds against me. Moving her hips slowly and gently as her pussy grips and pulls me deeper and deeper inside of her. The hot insides coaxing spurts of precum out of me, to mix her with her own arousal which combines to flow onto the mattress underneath us. I'm biting so hard on her panties I might chew through the fabric.
"Good boy, you're doing so good."
The crazy thing is she doesn't even move that much, her pussy is just so strong and coordinated she can milk me simply by lying on her back and keeping me inside of her. I groan as the mounting pressure escalates further and further. I had once thought the pressure you feel before you cum was the most you could ever feel but it feels like even my cock itself is backed up with cum as Gloria pulls me higher and higher to bring me to a screaming climax. 
"It's okay… you're okay… it's all okay… does it feel good?"
I see stars when I climax, or that might have just been the sight of her red eyes becoming blurry beyond belief. I feel the thickest, stickiest load explode out of my cock. Gloria immediately bucks her hips to make sure it all flows as deep inside of her as possible. Continued ropes of cum are thrown into her. A deluge of white building inside of her as I flood her insides in an animalistic fervor. Enough cum to fill a small drinking glass shoots out of me, the bliss of climax continues with each drop that overflows from my cock. Leaving me a sweaty mess against her. Gloria coos appreciatively.
"See? Wasn't that good?" She kisses the top of my head and feels my balls, "hmmm… still very, very full." Her tone changes from sweet and doting to lustful and aggressive. "I can fix that."
I yelp as she forces us to switch places. Keeping me against the bed as she mounts me, her plan complete at last, release is here. 
"You know the firing rate of an M2HB is about 400-600 rounds per minute, and I happen to be on the higher end. Meaning I can complete the cycle of forcing a bullet into my chamber, making it fire, contain the brass bulging in my insides, and extract 10 times per second. The heavy barrel helps me to go even further without having to stop, meaning I get tired MUCH MUCH later than I should if I were an M2."
I nod nervously as she pulls the panties from my mouth. 
"I highly, highly, advise not to lie with your back against the mattress. Whiplash is a high risk. Lean into the 'recoil' so to speak." 
Gloria forces my head into her chest, placing my mouth right over my nipple. "Bite this instead, you can suck on it too." She groans when I do. "Such a little tease…" she mumbles. "Enough foreplay." 
She makes sure my hands hold her hips firmly. I can feel the dangerous explosive potential of her muscles ripple beneath her skin. Gloria slowly begins to piston up and down my backed up cock. Making the "line" fill with cum in a heartbeat. Making my eyes roll back into my head. I bite down and suck on her nipple hard, goading her to go milk me harder with her folds In turn making the pressure in my overfilled balls grow higher as seemingly more cum appears inside. Creating a shepards tone of sex, just an endless feedback loop. 
I feel her piston up and down my cock with reckless abandon. I look up at her burning lust filled eyes as she gazes down at me with nothing but pure arousal in her eyes. The bed shakes violently from the force of her powerful bucking hips. I feel precum overflowing from the opening between her folds and my cock. Dribbling out onto my aching balls, making them slap and stick against her thighs and ass. Her breasts bounce up and down with the majesty and momentum of moving glaciers. There's so much titflesh that when her shoulders have completed their upward travel, her nipples are still at the bottom swing of their movement. 
All I need is release, that's all I want as Gloria relentlessly milks me. Coaxing a near endless stream of precum that leaks in strong spurts to show the way for the coming flood. I groan into her soft chest as I approach my orgasm. Gloria screaming loudly as she grinds harder against me, riding the violent throes of her own climax. Her hips exploding outwards from the physical exertion of her perfect body. Abusing every aspect of her overly fit physique to breed as strongly as possible. Anything less than a continent shaking orgasm is not acceptable to her. 
Madness overtakes Gloria as she doesn't stop her sturdy, steady cyclic rate of pistoning up and down my shaft. Instead of her getting tired, she only finds more strength to throw into fucking, the same way more and more cum still finds its way to build up in my balls. The only outlet I have is to suck on her nipple that is as hard as steel from arousal. Her abs get in on the action to batter my torso with the flexing. I let Gloria's exploding lust ride me out until finally I hit my orgasm when she starts to whisper lustfully over the noise of the mattress' screams.
"That's it… be a good boy and cum, I know you're close. I know you want to."
Gloria ceaselessly fucks me as I ride an orgasm that puts my last to shame. The sensation of my cockhead against her vagina's walls causes a river of hot white cum to fill her. I can't focus on anything else but Gloria's dazzling smile. The bed thudding up and down, making enough noise to make the neighbors think two giants are going at it, when in reality it's just one giant taking what she wants from a "tease." My endless ejaculation spurts inside of her with thicker and thicker globs that add to the building mass of seed planted in her womb. Sticky enough for her to wrap around her finger. Her steel rod crushing grip on my cock is no problem with how insanely hard I am. And when the viscous pile of cum finishes exiting my cock, a new eruption builds in an instant as if the many seconds of euphoria meant nothing. 
A waterfall of cum pours out of Gloria despite her pussy swelling around me, it still finds ways to spray out somehow. The bed sheets do a good job of soaking it all up. The amount is simply incredible. Torrential ropes of precum oozes out of Gloria onto the bed. I look down to see the leaking contents of our fucking spreading across the bed. Gloria plunges down hard to make my vision blurry with each pistoning motion of her hips. I can hardly handle the sensation of continued emptying of cum inside of her. The friction is too much.
It's like Gloria had been edging me for 30 days, to ensure the pleasure of her fucking me would have my orgasms hit her cervix like punches. Both of us are physically unable to separate ourselves from each other from how good it feels. Gloria explores the full extent of her sex drive and is only propelled further by the priming adrenaline she gets from me sucking on her milky breasts. Both of us are so aroused it hurts, giving into our biological instincts entirely. Trusting the single thought they espouse in our minds, to cum. 
I just want to fuck Gloria endlessly, if her contracting her pussy as hard as possible with  all her strength wasn't enough, just looking at her naked body makes my cock shoot cum. Spraying her womb with virle white to fill it to the brim. Draining out onto the bed in heavy squirts. The weighty semen covers Gloria from the sheer strength she pounds the bed with, it flies up to cover her tanned body. All that titanic energy has to go somewhere. The shockwave throwing it up onto Gloria. The contrast is hypnotizing. I feel a particularly meaty rope of cum spurt out of my cock head which makes me shiver. Gloria moans as the deluge of my load punches more space in her insides. Condoms would burst from the violent force of a single rope.
Thoughts of filling the enormous valley of her cleavage with cum, emptying my load on her back, throwing ropes of cum onto her abs, feeling her toned cheeks jack me off as she holds me against a wall, giving me blowjobs that result in her cheeks puffing out from the sheer amount of pearly white ejaculate, titfucking her as her smug burning eyes bore into my mind with the sheer heat of her lust, and other thoughts propel me endlessly. Thick puddles of cum forming all over Gloria's tanned muscular body, the force of my ropes of cum growing stronger and stronger until finally my orgasms result in nothing but nonstop streams. The superfast rate of semen clogging her insides. Prodigiously piling up on the bed around us, I just can't stop getting off. I don't know how long we went for, I just know I had bombarded her womb with explosions of more cum than I think was healthy. All I know was countless creampies were had thanks to my limitless sexual potency until finally, Gloria lets me rest.
I wake up a steamy, sweating mess. Gloria sits on the side of the bed, taking a breather but clearly in better shape than I am. She smiles when she notices me.
"How are you holding up?"
I give a weak thumbs up. Gloria giggles and pats my head.
"I cleaned things up while you were knocked out."
I nod weakly.
"Ohh… are you still ready to go?"
I shake my head side to side strongly.
"No… I think you are… here… let me give you a handy to just tide you over."
I groan as Gloria sits me beside her and slowly, lovingly runs her hand up and down my shaft. Kissing and biting my ear while whispering sweet nothings and "good boys."
She teases me with goading like, "are you close? Ohhh I know by the way you lean against me you are," in my ear until I blow. She licks up the white seed and then chugs some water from a cup she had filled. Gloria smirks when she sees the jealousy on my face as she drains the water from it.
"Don't worry, I got you one too."
She holds me in her lap as she gently tilts the water into my dry, parched mouth. Wetting my tongue and cooing all the while. Ruffling my hair with her other hand. Gloria soon holds me as the little spoon to her big spoon and we bask in our afterglows of sweet calm, bliss.




I fire at rpm, thats a bullet into the chamber


Loves being big everyone gawks at you
Sits at side of bed while anon lies drained sits him up just to jack him off
Asking if he is close


>clearly has outgrown it but still wears it anywhere despite having to roll up the sleeves and not being able to zip it up all the way


>same thing with her jeans that she has cut into shorts




Kisses singe his lips


Hypnotizing with the terrifyingly unbridled lust. 




Knocks opent he door on purpose




































        The crowd of students push me out of the lecture hall. On the floor below us even more students filter out of the lecture hall




Shows how to feed her properly
Thumb over the top
Hand under
Dont want to bite you


Zips anon up in her jacket




Jeep tomboy little friend
Comfy history after fugg
Smothering