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“SQS” read the message on Lana’s phone. The blonde looked up at Sandra Kong with a smile. The techno music at the club was too loud for conversation so the women texted each other instead.

“What does that stand for?” typed Lana.

“Size queens share,” replied Sandra an instant later.

Lana’s phone vibrated again.  A photograph lit up the LCD screen. The man possessed a truly awesome appearance. Nature blessed him with a luxurious mane of jet-black hair that almost reached his waist. Though he wore it longer than most women, no one would mistake him for a chick.

The man stood six and a half feet tall with mighty arms and legs bulging with muscle. His torso flared from his waist like the head of a cobra, his stomach rippling with abs, his chest armored with a breastplate of muscle that glistened like bronze in the sunlight. The bodybuilder had the face of a romance cover model. It bore a wide, almost smug grin. Lana suspected the source of his pride. The photo was a nude…

“The bf…,” texted Sandra.

“How big?”

“Thirteen and a half.”

“Centimeters?”

“LOL. Guess there’s only one way for you to find out. ”

The women waded into the crowd. The Adonis in the photograph occupied the center of the dance floor. The other club kids stood back in a ring and cheered him on as he gyrated his body to the deafening techno beat. Sandra’s boyfriend proved a superb dancer, his moves verging on the acrobatic. As the music climaxed, he spun like a top on his heel. The pirouette lasted nearly a minute and the hunk never lost his balance. Not even guys could deny his style. As for the ladies…

Lana took in his flamboyant appearance. The ladykiller favored steampunk attire. He wore a ruffled pirate shirt unbuttoned to the waist to show off his set of flawless pecs and abs. To further accentuate his exuberant masculinity, Sandra encouraged him to wear skintight leather breeches. Even in a dark club, Lana could make out the salami-sized bulge that ran along the inseam of his left thigh.

As the next song faded in, Señor Rico Suave did something no self-respecting heterosexual male would dare attempt. He twerked. In fact, he twerked better than most women could. Starting from a low-squatting stance, the dancing virtuoso thrust his hips and vibrated his ass in the most sexually provocative manner imaginable. Accordingly, his limp but huge dong flopped around in his pants like a fish out of water. At first, his overamped performance appeared unbearably campy. But despite its absurdity, his skillful moves soon eclipsed the homoerotic subtext of his act. He executed handstands, splits, and backflips like a pro. No one laughed by the end. Some even applauded as he left the dance floor.

“C’mon,” yelled Sandra. “I’ll introduce you.”

Lana bit her lip. She heard the stories and tonight looked to be an adventure.

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ONE HOUR EARLIER

Lana exited the back door of the club into the dark alley for a smoke. Her guy staggered to a garbage can and threw up inside. She called an Uber and sent the drunk home.

Sandra had spotted Lana immediately. The tall blonde rocked badass ripped jeans and a tank top that barely contained her big jugs. Her attire seemed a bit casual for a club but it worked. With a body like that, she didn’t need anything fancy. Sandra felt her clit throb. The stranger looked to be a unicorn with a capital ‘U.’

“Fancy a joint?” Sandra asked her. The bi-femme didn’t hesitate to walk up to Lana and start a conversation. And a nice spliff of potent weed always broke the ice.

“Sure. Why not?” answered Lana, after a pause. She needed a moment to appraise Sandra. Kong was not just beautiful. She was uniquely beautiful. Sandra did not look like a plastic model of the San Fernando Valley assembly line of porn models. The mixed-race bombshell had African curves on a slender Asian frame. Very few women carried DD-cup breasts, weighed 130 pounds, and stood just below six feet. This was not due to an eating disorder or plastic surgery. Her preposterous measurements were purely the result of good genetics and a strict Paleo diet.

Sandra fished a diamond-studded lighter out of her purse and fired up the spliff.

“What’s your name, honey?” asked Sandra, passing the joint.

“Lana. What’s yours?” she answered before taking a big hit.

“Sandra. Sandra Kong.”

Lana coughed up smoke. She seemed genuinely surprised.

“You mean, THE Sandra Kong?”

“I guess so.”

Not everyone knew Sandra. She managed to keep her name out of the tabloids. But Kong still had developed quite a reputation in the club scene. Insiders knew her as the secret companion of Samson. Unlike his girlfriend, the celebrity porn star managed to keep his name IN the tabloids.

Samson had no last name. He didn’t need one. Everyone knew him already. He was endowed with the biggest cock in porn. And the superstud knew how to use it. On and off camera, Samson had the size, skill, and stamina to pleasure females in ways other men could not.

And the cocksman got plenty of practice. He literally bedded thousands of women. Some of them happened to be famous, which lit up the harsh spotlight of the media. Rumors circulated that the porn stud moonlighted as a gigolo to the stars. In truth, Samson never got paid for pleasuring his beloved roster of pop stars and celebutantes. He just loved sex. In particular, he loved group sex. He loved group sex with Sandra at his side. The couple prowled discotheques in search of females to seduce.

“Would you like me to introduce you to him?” asked Sandra. She did not even bother to mention Samson by name. Lana knew the score. Sandra was a cuckquean. She procured lovers for her boyfriend.

“Sure. I’m down.”

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TWO HOURS LATER

“I’ve got to take a photo,” a star-struck Lana gushed, still jacking the base of Samson’s tool. “San, go get my handbag.”

Sandra knew the routine. Lana wanted a selfie with the celebrity stud. San reluctantly popped her lips off her boyfriend’s fist-sized cockhead and rolled out of bed. Samson’s admired the view of her pert bare ass as she walked across the room, Jimmy Choo pumps clacking against the hardwood floor.

The trio had retired to Samson’s triplex just off the Sunset Strip. The residence was palatial but the couple quickly moved the action into their bedroom. The floor-to-ceiling windows afforded a spectacular view of Los Angeles. However, Samson’s horsecock had absorbed all of Lana’s attention. She squeezed and pumped his rock-ribbed shaft with all her strength. Lana marveled at its hardness. His erection felt almost superhuman, like a pillar of granite. At the same time, the organ was very alive. It felt hot to the touch. The veins pulsed with energy. She felt it throb in her grasp.

“C’mere,” she whispered, turning his face to her own and kissing him deeply. “Can you keep a secret?”

“What, babe?” purred Samson in his deep baritone.

“I’ve been a big fan of yours for a long time. I don’t like porn. Never watched it. But with you… It’s not porn. I mean… It’s real. Those actresses aren’t faking it with you, are they?”

“Would you like me to do that to you?” he queried.

“What do you think?”

Samson didn’t answer. The only question left unanswered in his mind involved which girl he would fuck first.

Sandra crawled back into the bed with Lana’s handbag and fished out her iPhone.

“Okay, Lana. You ready for your close-up?”

“Like duh. Snap away, baby.”

With a practiced eye, Sandra started shooting photos of the blonde posing with Samson’s tool like a trophy. Hundreds of these candids circulated on the Internet.

“How about a forearm shot?” asked Sandra.

Lana didn’t ask for an explanation. She knew already what Sandra meant. Many Samson groupies took photographs where they lined up their forearm alongside his phallus to compare their respective sizes. The results varied but one fact could not be denied. Samson had not been given the nickname ‘forearm’ in high school by chance.

“Fuck, you’ve got such a huge cock, baby,” whispered Lana into his ear as she ran her hands over the thick slabs of muscle that spanned his broad chest. “I’m so fucking horny. No one is going to believe who I hooked up with tonight.”

Samson’s girlfriend playfully pinched Lana’s butt. The blonde flinched slightly and turned to Sandra. The bisexual cuckquean didn’t hesitate. Sandra kissed her full on the mouth. Lana parted her lips and let the bi-babe slip her some tongue. Like many of their unicorns, Lana considered herself heteroflexible but the hot couple was quickly opening her up to a more pansexual orientation.

“Feel that?” Sandra told her, pinching her ass again. “You’re not dreaming, honey. We are for real if you are.”

“Sure am,” Lana moaned under her breath as she began jacking Samson’s tool with both fists. Sandra dropped to her knees silently to suck his cock. Her plump lips stretched over the ridge of his helmet with an audible pop. She then sucked in her cheeks and twisted her head round and round.

Samson gave a loud moan. He loved when his girlfriend teased him like that. The way to his heart led through his glans, the tender underside of his knob. Packed with erotic nerves, it functioned as the masculine equivalent of the clitoris. Like any man, Samson possessed a highly sensitive glans. It was quite a bit larger than a typical specimen and a lot more erotogenic. But otherwise his “man-clit” worked just like any other. Combined with Lana’s double-fisted pumping of his shaft, Samson’s balls rumbled ominously. Not even the seasoned porn stud could withstand this level of stimulation.

“Fuck!” bellowed Samson, his pecs twitching from the strain of holding back his load of spunk. “Hold on, ladies!”

Samson rolled to the other side of the bed to catch his breath. Even though the cocksman would fire five or six loads that night, he did not quite want to blast off his first one that soon.

Sandra crawled over to him and whispered with a mocking smile: “What’s the problem, hon? Can’t handle two girls?”

Samson’s girlfriend wanted to provoke him. She might have been a cuckquean but she could be a feisty one. Sandra liked to push his buttons in bed. Questioning Samson’s masculinity hardened his resolve to fuck Sandra to within an inch of her life. Her studly soulmate only earned her respect and devotion one amazing fuck at a time.

However, rather than reward the impudent remark of his imperious cuckquean girlfriend, Samson turned his attention to Lana. She had not overheard Sandra’s remark and smiled at him innocently.

“Spread your legs, babe,” he growled. “Samson wants you.”

Lana complied. She braced herself for his big cock but he dove headfirst between her thighs instead. With a “virgin,” Samson never fucked her before a thorough session of cunnilingus. He gave the best head in porn. Actresses came early and often with the oral virtuoso. Samson had a not so secret weapon. Fully extended, his tongue measured an astonishing nine inches. The muscle was prehensile and Samson wielded it with the accuracy of a speculum.

“Holy shit!” gasped the blonde as his tongue plunged into the sodden depths of her pussy. Lana felt the tip touching places in her body that not even her trusty dildo could reach.  Samson loved the taste and aroma of her sweet cunt. He really got her juices flowing. She coated the entire lower half of his face with her love musk.

Lana became to cry out in pleasure: “Oh…oh…. OH!!! Stick your tongue in deeper, baby! FUCK!” Samson readily complied with her request. He stuck his tongue up her cunt all the way to the root. Thus ensconced, Samson rolled the serpentine appendage round and round, scraping the tender walls of her convulsing vagina.

"I'm so close ... Oh God ... Soon ... Don't you dare stop, you mother… RIGHT THERE!”

Lana began to scream at the top of her lungs. Samson had bought a triplex apartment for a reason. The bedroom was on the second floor so the couple didn’t have upstairs or downstairs neighbors. Otherwise, they would have received noise complaints nearly every night. 

Sandra cradled Lana’s head in her lap. “Hold my hand,” she gently told the blonde. “He’s going to make you come pretty hard.” Lana grasped Sandra’s palm weakly. Her manner felt calm and compassionate, like a big sister comforting her younger sibling. Though the women had just met, Sandra understood the emotional aspect of female sexual response. Even seasoned porn starlets sometimes cried when Samson made love to them. It freaked them out that a relative stranger could make them feel so vulnerable; that he could give them pleasure that a longtime boyfriend or husband could not. Sandra might have been a slutty cuckquean but she also had a heart. The bi-babe truly cared about her cuckcakes.

Samson felt Lana flinch as the flat of his tongue grazed her anterior fornix. The expert lover could tell she had a very receptive AFE zone and he planned to put it to good use. Without preamble, he began to stab the sweet spot with the tip of his tongue. The young woman then totally and absolutely lost it. A peal of orgasmic thunder rolled over her body from head to toe. Lana clutched Sandra’s hand in a white-knuckled death grip. Samson sped up his rolling tongue to a fever pitch to stoke the fire in her loins. Lana’s hips bucked and clenched with so much force that he barely could stay in the saddle. Samson slipped his hands under her rump and grasped her ass cheeks in order to hold on.  

Sandra glanced at her Rolex. Not even two minutes had passed since he went down on her.

--

FORTY MINUTES LATER

"AH FUCK! OH YEAH! NGH OHH GAAWD BAYBEE!" Lana screamed, her climax doubling in strength and surging past the forty-five-second mark.

Samson remained in the same position between the blonde’s quivering legs through more than a dozen orgasms. His tireless tongue and jaw muscles enabled him to dine at an all-you-can-eat buffet of pussy. While the bodybuilder affected a macho stance in public, it belied his dedication to the delicate art of oral sex. When they first started having threesomes, his bisexual girlfriend trained him how to eat pussy. As someone who both gave and received cunnilingus, Sandra knew what women wanted. So when her boyfriend performed on one of their unicorns, she hovered nearby to coach him on his technique.

Samson proved an eager and apt pupil. He quickly discovered some quality face time between a gal’s thighs earned her eternal gratitude and goodwill. While he might have been an orgiastic playboy, chicks respected Samson. The celebrity stud earned a reputation as a generous lover that rocked the world of every girl that passed through his bed.

Meanwhile, Sandra played with her boyfriend’s monster cock. No matter how much the cuckquean sucked and fucked it, she never grew tired of his manhood. Sandra couldn’t wait to see her boyfriend fuck Lana. The pair had chemistry. Bringing a new woman into their bed always carried a risk. They might not hit it off. But Lana had paid off. Big time.

Her orgasm went on and on and on. Every inch of Lana’s body shook violently. Her hips bucked up and down as she smashed her cunt against Samson’s stabbing and swirling tongue. The ladykiller gave as good as he got. Her crazed passion only strengthened his resolve to pleasure her senseless as he drove his serpentine tongue into her deepest recesses.

“AUUUNNNGHHH!!!!” yelled Lana, her face turning an even darker shade of red. Her limbs flailed erratically as she began to hyperventilate.

“Hold on, baby,” Sandra warned her boyfriend. “You’re going to tap her out!”

Samson immediately came up for air. Sandra was right. If he didn’t stop, their guest might pass out. Lana looked a bit confused: “Tap me out?”

Sandra just laughed: “Relax, honey. My boyfriend has…uh… a little problem. What you might call a ‘high-quality problem.’”  His girlfriend didn’t elaborate but Samson knew what she meant. The ladykiller had a habit of making girls come so hard during cunnilingus that they fainted. He never quite grasped the concept of “too much of a good thing.”

Without explanation, Sandra slipped a pillow under Lana’s rump to give her boyfriend better access to her upturned crotch. She then handed Samson a bottle of water from the nightstand. He took a swig then offered it to Lana.

“You better stay hydrated, honey,” Sandra told her.

“Huh?”

“You’re about to get ‘stud cocked.’”

“Stud cocked?”

“Ya know…” began Sandra. “Back in high school, we had this expression when one of our girlfriends had sex with a guy… and he was the biggest she ever had.  We called it getting ‘stud cocked.’”

“I see…”

“And Lance.”

“Lance?”

“‘Lance’ was my boyfriend’s name before he started working in porn. Anyway, he stud cocked the cheerleading team, Goth chicks, loads of cougars… After we started dating, I introduced him to my girlfriends at the strip club where I danced. Samson stud cocked all of them too.”

“Ohhh, shit…” whimpered Lana. While Sandra boasted of his conquests, Samson had positioned himself between the blonde’s open thighs. Flexing his supersized PC muscle, his cock lurched upward and lined up perfectly with her juice-brimmed slit. Before he could thrust inside of her, however, Sandra grasped his thick shaft and slowly guided him forward. Samson did not really need her assistance but the gesture carried symbolic value. The cuckquean had offered her blessing to their coupling.

“Brace yourself, honey,” smiled Sandra. “This is gonna get intense.”

Lana bit her lip as both of her hands clutched a fistful of bed sheeting. She felt a little intimidated. Samson was BIG. Lana wasn’t inexperienced with men but the porn stud was out of her league. However, the size queen also ached for a royal pounding. She had felt an empty void growing inside her body for the past hour. Her wet pussy had tented open like never before. Her vaginal tube extended dramatically in width and length, creating enough room to engulf his monster tool. 

“Don’t worry,” Sandra told Lana, appearing to read her thoughts. “Samson has been with a lot of women. He won’t hurt you.”

With that, she felt his giant knob pop inside the jaws of her snatch.  Her mouth let out an involuntary gasp.

“You like that big cock, Lana?” he snarled before feeding her pussy another inch of iron-hard shaft.

“Goddamn, this is hot,” sighed Sandra as she kneeled behind her boyfriend, hands roaming across his chiseled pecs and abs as he crammed himself inside Lana. Samson glanced over his shoulder at Sandra: “C’mere, babe. Front and center.” His girlfriend knee-walked to face him and he pulled her close. They shared a deep soul kiss as she ground her pussy against his thigh like a dog humping his leg.

Lana looked up at the couple as they groped each other: “Wow, this is so fucking hot… and fucked up.” The blonde unicorn’s heart thumped in her rib cage. The sheer eroticism of the moment intoxicated her with lust. She felt like a starlet in one of Samson’s adult films. Like many young women, Lana secretly fantasized about starring in a scene with the sexual icon but never imagined it actually could happen.

As he made out with his girlfriend, Samson broke in Lana’s pussy with short, forceful thrusts.

"Oh God you...you're hitting my g-spot!” she cried out.

“Sure am,” he growled with a smug grin.

“I’m g-g-g-g-gonna….”

Without warning, every muscle in her body seized up. Right on cue, Samson yanked out his tool, and a jet of clear liquid geysered out of her pussy. Lana curled up into a ball and gasped for breath.

“You just made her squirt!” Sandra announced with a gleeful clap. Lana blinked in astonishment. She did not register what happened until she felt the spreading pool of girly cum beneath her ass. The blonde looked a bit embarrassed.

“Don’t worry, hon,” Sandra reassured her. “It happens all the time in this bed. That was your first time, huh?”

Lana nodded reluctantly. Before she could say a word, however, Samson pinned the blonde on her back and sank his tool deep in her twat.  He felt her pussy spasm harder and harder as she built up to her next crescendo.

“Goddamn, Lana. You have no idea how hot his big dick looks inside your pussy.” Without a second thought, Sandra picked up her discarded iPhone off the bed and snapped a photo. She proudly showed the image to the blonde.

“Dunno if I should put that on my Instagram,” she laughed.

With that, Lana’s breathing became too ragged for talk. Samson’s tool bottomed out in her pussy but continued to slowly advance as his knob stretched out the pulsing walls of her vaginal tube. Lana experienced an unfamiliar but not unpleasant sense of submissiveness in his arms. The alpha stud was conquering her and she let it happen. The size queen recognized his phallic superiority. Lana would do anything for his giant schlong and what it could do to her.

“Jesus Fucking Christ!” the blonde cried as he crammed her full of cock. “Unnngh. It hurts so fucking good!”

“This ain’t your boyfriend’s dick,” he gloated. “I’m the stud he warned you about.”

Samson felt Sandra’s hot breath on his shaft. She stroked it with her tongue. His girlfriend hovered between their crotches, enjoying an up-close and personal view of their union. He felt Lana stiffen beneath him and knew Sandra was up to her old tricks. His girlfriend tongued the blonde’s swollen clit while he banged her box. Samson could not help but grin. They made a great team.

"Fuck me, Samson! Give it to me!” she cried. Lana never talked dirty but the utter debauchery of their troilistic tryst opened a door in her mind that she had locked shut. All of her most forbidden thoughts came tumbling out. Hot pussy sauce gushed out of her snatch, coating his washboard abs in her glistening flow.     

"Tell me you want it, Lana,” he growled, using her actual name for the first time. “Tell me you want every inch.”

"Oh, fuck yeah! You know I do, Samson. Go balls deep. Balls deep!  I want every thick inch of that monster, you stallion-hung superstud!”

Samson tightened his grasp of her waist and pressed his advantage. He sensed the size queen’s hunger. So did Sandra. She loved sharing her stud with other women and showing off his prowess. He was like a high-end Maserati. Instead of stashing him in a garage, she liked to cruise LA in her muscle car of a boyfriend with the top down and pick up a chick for a joyride.

"NGH OHH AUNH!" yelled Lana at the top of her lungs. Inspired by her passion, Samson assumed a more dominant position. He knelt up, grasped her ankles, pried them wide open, and lifted her bottom off the bed so that only her upper back and shoulders still touched the mattress. Instinctually, Lana reached out for her calves. She had acquired a lot of flexibility from her yoga classes. Samson then grabbed Lana by the wrists and placed her hands upon her calves. Binding her hands to her calves in his firm grasp, the porn stud now exercised absolute leverage over Lana. 

Samson steered her body up into his lap. Lana gulped. She sensed her vulnerability. Indeed, the specialized position was not for the faint of heart. Samson used it for deeper access inside a woman.

“Relax, hon,” Sandra reassured her. “This is one of my favorite positions. We use it for maximum penetration.”

"Mgh...fuck. You’re goin’ so deep,” Lana croaked. She could feel every rib and bump, the contours of his knob, even the blood pumping through the organ’s veins as it throbbed inside of her. Samson fed her pussy another two inches. He began to conquer virgin territory, places not even Lana’s dildo could reach. 

"Oh, my fucking Gawd! You're hitting something in me!” she exploded. “Your big cock is tapping a spot way up inside my pussy and it feels… SO! FUCKING! GOOD!” With practiced precision, the ladykiller angled his hips to exert more pressure on her A-spot. Not a lot of guys had a big enough tool to reach the erogenous zone but Samson knew it like the back of his hand. Lana’s back popped into an arch and her breath quickened. Her lover focused his thrusts on the remote patch of erotic nerves.

Samson once read a statistic that nearly seventy-five percent of women could not reach orgasm from intercourse alone. Sandra quipped he must have fucked the other twenty-five percent of subjects in the study. Like any joke, it contained a kernel of truth. About 100 percent of females experienced vaginal orgasms with Samson. And now Lana would join their ranks.

"Fuckin balls deep, babe. That body was built for big cock," declared Samson. The Size King held his ground, relishing the sensation of her vaginal tube rippling and contracting against his massive tool.

With other guys, Lana had never enjoyed that earth-moving sensation that ripped through her body at that moment. Her A-spot felt like a tiny dot of concentrated energy that burst open in a million directions. It was nothing less than the big bang. She saw stars explode in front of her eyes. Then everything went black. When Lana opened her eyes, Sandra knelt above her.

“Did you like that, hon?” she asked solicitously.

“Wow,” was all Lana could muster for a response. The room still spun so she closed her eyes again. Lana felt the bed dip. When she opened her eyes once more, Samson knee-walked toward them. He was gloriously erect. Lana felt her heart skip a beat. Her gaze locked on his massive cock.

“Is she OK?” the stallion-sized heartthrob asked his girlfriend.

“She can hear you, donkey dick,” Sandra chided him. “Ask her yourself.”

“I’m…uh...fine,” she interjected. Lana felt giddy but no girl had ever complained of blacking out from a Samson-strength orgasm.

“Good,” he drawled in his panty-staining baritone. “Sit back and relax, babe. Sandra and I are going to put on a little show for you.” Without missing a beat, Samson’s girlfriend lay and spread for him. Her lips broke out in a smile. The cuckquean enjoyed when one of the porn star’s fans watched them make love. Part of the thrill was exhibitionistic. But most of it was her pride.

Sandra let him stud with thousands of women but his heart belonged to her. Setting him free only reaffirmed his commitment to his high school sweetheart. And Samson proved it by spoiling his size queen squeeze with more pleasure than any one woman could ever hope for. And she could take the whole thing. Not even most porn starlets could. It made her feel special to be able to please him that way.

Aggressive yet suave, Samson moved in on Sandra. He pinned her arms over her head and closed in for a scorching kiss on the mouth. After a ferocious duel of tongues, Sandra’s lips drifted towards Samson’s ear. “No foreplay tonight,” she whispered, nibbling on his earlobe. “Just give me some big dick loving. I need it bad.”

Without missing a beat, Samson sank his giant tool into Sandra’s quivering quinny. Lana watched in amazement. She had seen other porn starlets struggle with his size. The blonde needed nearly twenty minutes to invaginate him. Yet Sandra took him on in one long, smooth stroke.

“Ohmigod! I’m coming already!” she squeaked in a high-pitched voice Lana had not heard before.  Up to then, the cuckquean had played the smooth seductress. Now she was in heat. Samson’s demeanor had changed too. Instead of the stylish ladykiller that dominated the dance floor at the club, his veneer of civility began to slip. A glint of lust-crazed fury smoldered in his eyes as he transformed into a raging man-beast. The hulk of a heartthrob began to pound Sandra. His thrusting hips gave her no quarter.

“FUCK ME LIKE THE WHORE THAT I AM!!” shrieked his girlfriend.

No amount of Samson videos could prepare Lana for the spectacle that unfolded on the bed. Though plenty of starlets lost control in his scenes, the erotic superstar himself preserved a degree of composure. The stallion-hung Casanova guided their coupling and maximized the pleasure of his partner with expert calculation. With Sandra, however, his expression betrayed urgency and hunger. They devoured each other, trying to quench the fire in their loins that Lana had sparked.

Suddenly, the bodybuilder’s broad flaring back tensed into a topographical map of muscle. His inflating balls began to vibrate and his low-hanging scrotum rose up towards his perineum. “FUCK!” roared the sexual Olympian in his booming baritone. His hips froze in mid-thrust.

“Do it!” stage-whispered Sandra. “Give me your load, you big-dicked manslut. Hose me down!”

A moment passed. Then Samson drove himself to the hilt inside Sandra. A current of pleasure shot up his spine and his face contorted with an expression of mindless bliss. Lana knew Samson experienced abnormally robust ejaculations in his videos. His cumshots were notorious for their volume and duration. But this one was a little different.

Samson didn’t pull out of Sandra before he spewed. Lance wasn’t performing for the camera. Instead, her stud boyfriend pinned her wrists to bed as she wrapped her legs around his back and held on for dear life.

“SAMSON IS COMING!” he thundered. Camera or no camera, Samson uttered the signature line that launched a thousand cumshots in his videos. In general, only professional athletes and mythological barbarians spoke of themselves in the third person. And most of them had a last name at least. But Samson didn’t give a fuck about all the ridicule he received from his infamous catchphrase. Nor did the women who the porn stud fucked into cross-eyed oblivion.

His declaration triggered an equally powerful orgasm that wracked Sandra from head to toe like a grand mal seizure. The couple seemed to be feeding off of each other’s pleasure, sustaining their crescendo at a fever pitch. Samson flooded her interiors until a backwash of spunk began to flow out of her pussy. His climax just went on and on and on.

Sandra’s fingers clawed his back as she screamed out her pleasure. As each minute passed, she became more vocal. For the first time, Lana noted the countless scratches that crisscrossed his back. His flesh bore the marks of a thousand impassioned females. Yet she sensed Sandra was special for him. They needed each other on a primal level that no one other than themselves would ever quite understand.

With a final grunt, Samson grew still. Even he needed a few seconds to recover from such a massive climax. Lana didn’t understand the science but his oversized genitalia apparently entitled him to enjoy a greater share of pleasure than a typical male. And when Samson slowly withdrew from Sandra, Lana discovered he also had been blessed with a great deal more virility than any one man deserved.

“Did you ever hear of a refractory period?” queried Samson with a smile. “Because I haven’t.”

Samson remained hard as a rock. The multi-orgasmic mega-stud appraised Lana’s nude form with a lusty eye. She felt her clit twitch with a quiver of anticipation

It would be a long night.