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I couldn’t believe my eyes. There she was, after a whole decade apart. Had it really been that long since I’ve seen her? I can remember saying goodbye when she moved away. We were thirteen and sobbing uncontrollably as our parents pried us apart from our desperate embrace. Eliza and I were inseparable, or so we thought.
Now standing no more than ten feet away was this stunning woman. She stood out among the regulars at the farmers’ market. I couldn’t help but stare at her big, green eyes and the cute scar that dipped into the top of her left eyebrow. It had to be Eliza. Her silky smooth, dark brown hair shined in the sun. It contrasted against her pale, freckled skin.
In true Eliza fashion, she was wearing a dress. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her in any other kind of clothing, come to think of it. The bright yellow sundress hugged her torso a bit too well, showing off what puberty had blessed her with. She had some of the largest breasts I’ve seen, each a little bigger than her head. They were so full looking and barely sagged at all, amazingly. Her hips were just as impressive, giving her an extreme hourglass shape. I couldn’t help but wonder what she looked like from behind. I was so hypnotized by her effortlessly sexy saunter that before I knew it she was about to pass me.
I blurted, “Eliza, is that you?”
Her eyes darted to mine in surprise,”Huh, sorry do I know yo…wait, Chris?!”
I nodded with a nervous grin. “Man, even her voice got sexy,” I thought to myself.
Eliza’s face lit up. “Chris!” She jumped at me and the impact almost made me drop my bag of produce. She was surprisingly dense. Her face nuzzled into my broad chest as she hugged me as hard as she could. I could feel her heavy tits squeeze against me as I hugged her back. My nose was delighted by her sweet, pleasant scent. She felt so warm, so inviting.
“I thought I’d never see you again,” she sobbed into my t-shirt.
“I know, I did too. I had no way of contacting you after you left. I wouldn’t have recognized you if it weren’t for that scar of yours,” I replied.
She looked up at me with a mischievous smile, her mascara bleeding a bit, beautiful green eyes teary, “You know that it was your fault I fell face first into that creek, right? You big oaf.”
We laughed as we regained our composure, reliving that day in our heads, eventually letting go of each other. I couldn’t get over how beautiful she had become. She had one of those undeniably attractive faces that radiated a certain magnetism. A cute, slender nose, plump lips, framed by a sharp jaw. It felt like looking at a piece of art.
I noticed her staring back at me and I felt my face flush. “She’s your childhood best friend, stop getting aroused!” I told myself as I broke eye contact.
Eliza giggled, “You really grew up, huh?” She gestured upward with her delicate hand. “I’m glad you’re still taller than me.”
I looked back to see her sheepish expression, a hint of red in her cheeks. Eliza wasn’t a short girl by any means, standing at six feet tall. We were both picked on for being the tall, awkward kids at school, which gave us something to bond over.
“Yeah, it seems like we both did some growing,” I said teasingly.
This time she turned red and looked away, crossing her arms over her creamy cleavage. Her huge boobs mushed around her forearms. “Still as annoying as ever,” she muttered, trying to hide her smile behind pouted lips.
I laughed, “Can’t argue with you there. Let’s grab some food and catch up! There’s so much we need to talk about. You’re not busy, are you?” I asked with anticipation.
Drying her eyes she responded, “Nope, I was just checking the market out. I’m glad you said food, because I’m starving. There’s a great pizza place down the street, let’s go there.”
“Perfect. I’ve been dying for good pizza since I moved here. Show me the way, Liza” I said cheerfully.
She grinned, her perfect white teeth glowing. She still had cute dimples when she smiled. It felt like we were back home again, spending our summer vacations together in New York. “Nobody calls me that anymore, you dork,” giving me a playful slap on my shoulder, her tits jiggling as her palm made contact. “Let’s go.”
As she turned to direct me, I couldn’t help but stare at her body. Perfect breasts that seemed to defy gravity, extending nine inches or so away from her torso. A taught, slender stomach clearly visible through her dress. You could tell she had great core strength, I mean she had to, given her assets. Hips that flared to the sides, stretching the fabric of the dress.
For a second, I thought I noticed something swing around between her legs as she moved, but I quickly forgot about that bahis firmaları when I caught a glimpse of her ass. Somehow, it put her tits to shame. The top of each massive cheek was clearly visible through the dress. The globes were twice the size of her breasts. They seemed like they had a muscular core that kept them firm and round. As she walked, her hips swayed causing each cheek to rise and fall in sync, sending shock waves through the clapping pair. I could not peel my eyes away. My dick was so hard it felt like it was going to burst. I pulled my t-shirt down to cover my erection as I reluctantly caught up to her.
We chatted as we walked to the restaurant, talking about our lives over the past ten years. Eliza had been sent to live in California with her grandfather. Her parents divorced and neither one of them wanted to have custody of her for reasons she wouldn’t discuss. I never understood why she had to leave so suddenly when we were kids. Her grandpa recently passed away, leaving her everything he had. She never has to work and lives in a nice house, apparently.
I told her about finishing high school and college in New York, about getting a tech job that could be done remotely, so that I could live anywhere, and about recently moving to San Diego. I divulged that I hoped to run into her some day and that she was the only true friend I’ve ever had.
She grabbed my hand, “I feel the same way. I never really had a chance to make friends after leaving, being home schooled and all. Now I don’t really have anyone, since grandpa passed…”
“Well, I’m here now,” I said, trying to cheer her up as I gently squeezed her hand.
She cracked a smile, “Yeah, I never thought that would happen, but here we are.”
We finally reached the pizzeria and picked out a table. I pulled a chair out, offering her a seat.
“Aw thanks, Chris,” Eliza said as she reached her arm down to her dress, making sure to tuck it under her tremendous rear as she sat.The chair was too small for her butt, so her cheeks overflowed the seat. Eliza blushed, seemingly embarrassed by her curves.
I took the seat across from her and commented, “I’m surprised you haven’t found a boyfriend.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Eliza asked, flustered.
“Well, you know…I mean…how can I say this…” I stumbled over my words, not sure if I wanted to go there. “You’re really stunning. I’ve always thought you were cute, but now you’re something special.”
Eliza looked down at the table, her body language stiff. “That’s for sure,” she muttered under her breath. She seemed distressed.
“What’s wrong? I didn’t mean to offend you, on the contrary,” I said, trying to salvage the conversation.
Eliza took a deep breath, her boobs lifted off the table then rested back on, spreading out like water balloons, “The way I am causes more trouble than anything. I don’t fit into a lot of clothes, not even this chair,” she poked her overflowing ass, causing it to wobble. “See?”
I certainly did. I don’t think she had a clue how much she turned me on.
“I can’t even wear pants because of my butt, don’t even get me started about my co-” she quickly covered her mouth.
Her what? I was confused, but more concerned with how she felt, “I can imagine how difficult that is. You look good in dresses anyway, though. I remember you only wearing them growing up.”
She looked even more distraught now, “You remember that, huh…I never really had a choice about what I wore. My parents insisted that I dress like that.”
I could tell this was a touchy subject. Suddenly we were interrupted, “Welcome to Pietro’s, my name is Ray. I’ll be your waiter today. Can I start you two off with something to drink?”
The tension seemed to melt as we both shifted our attention to Ray.
“I’ll have a glass of Moscato,” Eliza said hurriedly, happy to change gears.
“Great, and for you, sir?”
“Make that a bottle. Also, we’ll order a margarita pizza,” I replied. I noticed Ray glancing at Eliza’s bountiful cleavage. I couldn’t blame him, how could you not stare? “She must get that kind of attention all of the time,” I thought to myself.
“Ok, I’ll be right back with your wine,” Ray said as he tucked his notepad into his shirt and left.
Eliza seemed back to her normal, smiling self as she said, “You remembered my favorite pizza! I knew you would.”
“It’s hard not to, you used to get it almost every week at Joe’s back home,” I chuckled.
We spent the rest of the meal reminiscing about the old times, getting a little buzzed on the wine and enjoying the food. Everything felt right when I was with Eliza, like it used to, except even better now that we were adults. I knew that kaçak iddaa we were meant to be together and fate seemed to agree.
“Umm, Chris? Do you want to see my place? I need to talk to you about something there,” Eliza looked up at me with her big, beautiful eyes, a bit of uncertainty in her voice. She was fidgeting in her seat, giving motion to her tits.
“Sure, I’d love to. You can talk to me about anything,” I said and reached out to grab her hand. “I’ll always be there for you, no matter what.” I had a feeling it had to do with what bothered her earlier.
I could feel her relax as I assured her. She gave me a cute smile and said, “I’ll hold you to that. My house is only a few blocks away,so let’s walk. We can get your car later.”
We made our way out of the restaurant, hand in hand. I could feel the eyes of the other diners on us as we left. “Is this what she goes through? No wonder she gets embarrassed,” I thought to myself.
We reached our destination; a stone covered, two story house in an upper class neighborhood. “Wow, this is really nice, Eliza. You’re lucky,” I said in amazement.
“Grandpa did well for himself,” she said as she opened the front door. “After you.”
The house was as lovely on the inside as it was outside. It had the same scent Eliza did, but there were a few more potent sweet notes to it. I took a seat on the large, comfy looking couch in the living room and patted the cushion next to me, “Come here, let’s talk.”
Eliza walked over, hips swaying, and took a seat. I felt the couch yield to her ‘personal cushions’ as she did.
“So, I never really explained why my parents divorced and sent me off to live here,” she said, twirling her shoulder length hair. “To be honest, this isn’t easy to talk about, so bare with me.” She stared down to her lap covered by the billowing sundress that looked so nice on her. “You called me special earlier, and that has more truth to it than you know, Chris. My ‘specialness’ is why my parents split, why I was home schooled, why I have always worn dresses, why it’s hard for me to open up and make friends, let alone find a boyfriend.”
I didn’t really know where she was going with this. When I called her special earlier, I was referring to her natural beauty and insane curves. How could that cause so many issues? I placed my hand on her knee to remind her that I was there for her.
Her eyes opened a bit wider as she mustered the courage to continue, “So, yeah, I don’t know how to explain, or if I even should. This was a bad idea…” She bit her plump lip and looked at me.
I looked deep into her eyes as I ran my other hand through her hair, tucking it behind her cute ear, and gripped the back of her neck lovingly, “You can trust me. I’d do anything for you, Eliza.”
The sexual tension between us had been rising since we hugged in the market, and after a few drinks I couldn’t hold my feelings back anymore. I pulled her in close and our lips met. Eliza’s initial gasp transformed into a moan as we shared a passionate first kiss. Her feminine fingers found their way to the back of my head and ran through my shaggy hair. Her lips felt amazing and she tasted as sweet as she smelled. We made out for what felt like hours, but was only a minute in reality.
When I came to my senses I noticed my left hand had drifted further up her leg and had bumped into something. It felt so warm, like it was radiating heat. It pulsed as I placed my hand over its incredible thickness.
Eliza pulled away suddenly. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. I didn’t know what to do. I pulled my hand away, trying to decipher what had just happened. What I saw shocked me. Through the dress I could see the outline of what looked like an arm growing from Eliza’s crotch. It was about the same size as my forearm and getting bigger. It was almost to her knee.
Confused, I said, “Eliza, what is that?”
She began to cry and moved her hands to cover the massive protrusion. I reached out to comfort her, but she stopped me, “It’s what makes me special. I’ve had it since birth.” She began to stand up, pushing the appendage down as she did. “It never was that much of a problem, but when I turned twelve it kept getting bigger and bigger and bigger,” she sobbed, gripping her dress. She looked at me with desperation, tears running down her face. “Please don’t leave. I can’t lose you again…”
Seeing her like that tore my heart in half and moved me to confidently tell her, “Never. I love you, Eliza. All of you.”
I took her hands and quickly lifted them, along with her dress. I came face to face with what had to be the largest penis and testicles on the planet. Her massive cock drooped down to her knees, semi kaçak bahis erect and thicker than her arm. It must have been over two feet long. The head was peeking through her thick foreskin, then the pronounced ridge of her fist sized glans popped through as she hardened and her foreskin retracted. It looked incredibly smooth, almost feminine despite its sheer size. She wore a large condom that was full of clear, viscous pre. It drooped from the large volume it already held. Her balls were a bit smaller than her gigantic tits, still making them the size of bowling balls. They looked so full and juicy in the taught, hairless sack that barely contained them.
“Wow…” is all that I could say. I wasn’t disgusted at all, in fact I was incredibly turned on. Something deep inside me was telling me to worship her monstrous organ. I placed my relatively large hand on her almost fully erect member, which dwarfed my hand in comparison. It was unbelievably thick. My hand only encircled about half of it.
Eliza shook as I groped her cock, obviously enjoying the sensation, but with a hint of fear. She was biting her lip as she stared down at me,”Please, mmm,” a moan escaped her. “Please don’t hate me.”
At this point I knew she wouldn’t believe my words. There was clearly a barrier there that she constructed to protect herself from getting hurt. Again, my inner voice guided me, encouraging me to show her how much I loved her, cock and all.
I began to stroke her thick, hot rod of cock meat, enamored by its weight. It must have weighed at least twenty pounds. Eliza groaned,putting her hands on the back of my head as more and more pre filled her condom. I knew what I had to do. My mission was to get her to fill it with how ever much cum her balls could pump out. A switch went off inside me and I became crazed.
I pumped the end of her cock, spreading her pre all over the latex covered shaft and giant glans. I eyed it with lust, imagining trying to fit the head into my mouth almost brought me to orgasm. I rubbed my face all over the thick, spongy pole, tongue licking the entire two foot length. With my other hand, I grabbed Eliza’s meaty ass, my fingers getting lost in the pliable cheeks.
“MMM yesss,” Eliza uttered between short breaths, her moans becoming more frequent.
I gave her heavy, fat ass a shake and heard a shlick sound as the cheeks clapped together. I noticed clear liquid running down her sculpted thighs. Curious, I lifted her massive sack up and found a soaking wet pussy. “No way,” I thought.
My fingers explored her juicy lips as she threw her head back at my touch. She seemed to have a clit and a normal vaginal canal, albeit a bit tight. I struggled to fit two of my meaty fingers into her dripping snatch. I dropped her sack back down, her balls falling heavily. They seemed so full. I started to lick and suck her scrotum as I resumed jacking her massive cock and fingering her pussy. The smell of her sack was intoxicating, filling my nose with that sweet aroma I smelled earlier. I picked up my pace with renewed vigor.
Eliza was having trouble standing, her legs shook as she clung to my hair for dear life. This was clearly working for her, which only fueled my desire. “This is too much, Chris! Mmm ohhh.”
I knew she was close, and so was I. My seven inch, meaty cock throbbed against my jeans. My head was racing with thoughts of her enormous member. How much bigger it was than mine. How much I wanted to feel it all over my body. I needed her cum.
With a sudden jerk, Eliza screamed “YES, HERE IT COMES!”
I felt her nuts retract as her rock hard dick swelled even larger. The first blast of her thick cum filled the now too tight condom. I stroked her cock as I came in my pants. Her first shot of cum was twenty times larger than my entire load. The solid stream of white girl spunk deformed the condom with each shot, filling it faster than I thought possible. Her orgasm stretched on for several minutes, filling the condom to its breaking point. The vast amount of cum could fill a bathtub. Finally, it was over.
I carefully pulled the condom off her softening cock until it came free, then tied the impossibly strained rubber. I knelt next to the human sized orb of creamy jizz and licked her dick clean. The taste was indescribable. Sweet, salty, so thick. It was truly addictive as I sucked hard on her pliable cockhead.
“You shouldn’t…eat it,” Eliza warned as she came back to reality, her lingering orgasm causing her tits and ass to jiggle uncontrollably.
I didn’t hear what she said. I was too busy sucking her dry, enjoying the size of her cock filling my mouth. Eliza suddenly fell backward, landing on her prodigious rear, dick coming free from my needy mouth with a wet pop. She sat upright, balls dwarfing her sizable thighs, thick cock drooping over them. “You shouldn’t eat my cum, unless you want to end up like me,” she said, pointing to her over sized genitals.
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