Tommy & The Sorority Girls Pt. 2


"This is better than any dream," Jennifer cooed, loosening her grip at the trunk of his monster cock a bit. "This is what OX has to offer."
"Get out the tape measure, Shelly," Erica instructed, standing up, trying to stay focused, wanting to keep things moving, so Tommy couldn't regain his bearings. She was still in charge, despite Jennifer's crucial role in keeping Tommy prone and boldly pumping him to full erection. Now, the nice girl with glasses was his cock's keeper, and his stiff staff throbbed in Jennifer's self-assured grip. She enjoyed looking at him, fully engorged and absolutely enormous, pointing skyward like a missile of lust. She felt fascinated, because there was nothing like this feeling in the world. It felt like pure, throbbing muscle.

"Tape's right here," Shelly said brightly, taking out a small rolled up yellow tape measure from her back pocket, along with a teeny black pencil. The yellow roll reached 18 inches, and had initials marked in numerous places. This was the notorious and legendary OX tape measure, notching the length of every brother's piece of equipment. This was the most recent of several. The furthest initials reached 15 inches, from a brother who graduated six years ago and now worked in politics as a lobbyist in Washington. OX's pledge recruiter Rob was the longest active initial, at 13 inches exactly.

"My god, you were serious," Tommy said in resigned disbelief, looking down at his huge throbbing lust sausage and seeing it in a new way, as the girls fussed over it and touched it and stroked it and grabbed it and wagged it but made sure they didn't do too much, especially around the corpulent purple helmet warrior, in case it should go off. Tommy's plump plum was already topped by a dollop of pre-cum, and the head of his cock was buzzing as much as the empty head on his shoulders spun.

"Time to measure this big boy," Erica told Shelly, nodding to her, and Jennifer finally let go of Tommy's rigid love torpedo as it sprang up and slapped against his belly, between his ribs. Though now free, he was still resigned. He was defeated yet victorious, feeling guilty but wanting more from these wonderful, wild women. Even Tommy was now curious as to the true size of his immense meat.

"Stand up," Erica instructed, and grabbed his cock. "God it's big," she murmured, pulling him up. He stood dutifully, which made his pork sword look even larger as it loomed before him, fully erect and magnificently massive, out of proportion to the rest of his body, pulsing in place with his every heartbeat like it had a life of its own.

"That's a good boy, be docile, enjoy the ride," Jennifer purred, putting her hand under his shirt and on Tommy's chest. "Here, wait-a-minute. Lets get this off."

"Okay," he said agreeably, not that he had any choice, as Jennifer and Erica peeled Tommy's T-shirt off him as Shelly knelt before him, holding the tape measure. Shirtless, smiling, Tommy's muscular bare chest had pleasing patches of blond, which got thicker and a little darker at his belly and below. Now nearly naked, Tommy was a Grecian statue from a lewd alternative universe, muscular, handsome, massively erect.

"You're amazing," Shelly said, gazing at the cock looming before her. "You're beautiful."

"Do it, Shelly," Erica instructed, and Shelly leaned forward and held the end of the tape measure down by Tommy's hairy hanging balls. She held it against his big bag, loaded with weeks of unreleased sperm, and pulled it out along his staff until it reached the pointed purple tip of his penis. "He could be the biggest on campus...." Shelly murmured, pulling it tighter against him, getting a proper measurement.

"He is," Erica observed. "Thirteen-and-a-third-inches,"

"He's bigger that Rob," Shelly said with awe. Then: "Whooooooo!" She cheered. "I told you he was hung like a horse!"

"I was the one who told you he was hung like a horse," Jennifer pointed out, correctly.

"I'm the man," Tommy said tentatively.

"Yes, you are, you handsome hunk with a huge hard-on!" Jennifer responded playfully, pinching the plump purple plume of his phallus as Tommy squirmed and moaned inarticulately, wagging his erection, trying to elude her tweak. "Let's give this poor boy some relief, don't you think?"

"Right here," said Erica, pulling out a tiny vial of expensive European lotion from the small pocket on her leather skirt. "He won't last a minute."

"Oh my god, girls! You don't have to do this!" Tommy protested weakly, as Jennifer guided him back onto the couch and Erica squeezed some pale creamy lotion into her hand. There was the faint scent of lilac, matching the dark lavender color of his engorged cock head. "I'll make a huge mess!"

This only made the girls more adamant, and Tommy had no energy to resist as Erica grabbed his strong shaft with her one dry hand and the sensitive head of his dong with the oiled one. She gave a squeeze and a twist as her grasp slipped over and off his humming helmet, an incredible feeling that made Tommy moan involuntarily and left him slick and wet.

"More...!" he begged, despite himself.

"Get ready for blast off, bad boy" Erica said, grabbing at the head of his cock again and slipping her grip up and down over it, making him squirm. "I'm going to make you cum!"

"I can't believe this is happening!" Tommy groaned again, suddenly seeing himself as if from a distance, and feeling overwhelmed and embarrassed, being watched by two pretty girls as a third made him her plaything. But his cock was so hard and Erica's hand so skilled and insistent, that the shamefaced hunk's hips started involuntarily rocking, and he began thrusting his cock upward into Erica's slick handjob, succumbing to the greatest sensation he'd ever felt.

"Go, Tommy, go!" Shelly cheered. "You're huge! You're powerful!" Sensing a sloppy conclusion soon, Jennifer wisely stepped back.

The days, nay weeks of sperm built up inside him lasted not long at all. In thirteen seconds, the good looking novice began gasping like a fish on dry land, as a mix of grateful and guilty in the good-hearted guy's eyes made eternal ecstatic eye contact with the experienced bad girl. Feeling the rise of the most incredible sensation ever, an eruption of lust, centered at the core of cock, the bottomless Baptist boy's big boner began thrusting even more purposefully, losing all inhibition and control, pumping, humping, thrusting, thrashing, faster, frantic, gasping....

"Oh my god! I can't help myself! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Tommy exclaimed as his salami-sized schlong erupted in a three foot high arc of thick, sticky joy jism, a pearl-colored stream of sperm shooting up over the back of his brown couch and trailing down across his shoulder, chest and stomach.

"He's cumming!" Shelly practically shrieked.

He had started, and it was a spectacular display. The last bit of his initial burst left a trail across the black thick hair of the gasping Erica, who for the first time seemed surprised and not in control - as if even she was stunned by the size and the stream of Tommy's explosion - but she continued jacking him off. Seeing her hair, seeing the look on her face, as if answering some primal call, Tommy grabbed at his cock urgently as the second wave hit him and aimed it right at the sorority sister, the pretty girl who stripped him and unleashed a monster. Through she knew what was coming, there was no time, and Tommy moaned ecstatically as he watched his second huge burst of boy bliss blow off directly in Erica's shocked visage, a massive anointment of lust.

"Tommy! Ack!" Erica blustered as the hot shot of spunk splatted across her eye-catching face, her cheek and mouth, and she pulled back, letting go. But Tommy held on to one of her arms and maneuvered his erupting erection so his huge honking cock blew a third heavy load, larger than the first two, across Erica's shirt and arms and dark black hair.

"Ewwwwwww!!!!" Erica exclaimed. "Stop it!!"

"Oooooohhhhhhaaaaaa," Tommy moaned, "Shelly! Finish me!"

Lost in a lust of her own, Shelly couldn't help but comply, grabbing at his cock with both hands and aiming it away, aside, as Erica scrambled to her feet, all sticky. Tommy moaned again, blowing a fourth large burst of male ecstasy all over the cushion of his brown couch and up over the armrest and onto the floor.

"Don't stop! Keep cumming! I'm doing you!" Shelly said enthusiastically, and Tommy groaned his thanks as she began expertly jacking off his cock, slick with natural oils and pure ejaculate, bringing a fifth spurt, the smallest but still pretty big, onto his couch cushion, which was now clearly ruined.

Shelly worked out the finish - six, seven, eight spurts, as Tommy continued spewing, nine, ten times, moaning incoherently in grateful orgasm, until, eleven, twelve, he was done.

Afterwards, he continued to dribble a bit more cum from the head of his cock as it stood triumphant and erect for a few moments in the aftermath. As if members of a submissive harem, the girls began praising Tommy for his masculine power and behavior, the way he took command at his moment of most absolute ecstasy. The remaining gobs of cum oozed down his still engorged thirteen-inch organ, at last beginning its slow descent.

"That's the greatest thing that's ever happened to me in my life," Tommy said honestly, relaxing in the couch now for real, as Jennifer began cleaning him up with a small cloth. His penis deflating but satisfied, Tommy somehow knew this was only the beginning of a great adventure.