W ilson took the first small road that looked suitable and parked in a spot that seemed rarely frequented by pedestrians, yet not a weird place to halt your car.

He looked over his shoulder, to face the contrasting couple, "ebony and ivory." Even though Anna had a delicious tan all over her body, the difference was quite obvious.

"Have fun while I take a breath of fresh air," he grinned.

Then he took his mobile and got out. Shaq immediately activated the central door lock. He hadn't even pulled his arm back when Anna was all over his body with her hands, driven by an inextinguishable lust.

"My Goooooood, you're so...so strong!!! They feel almost like steel! Let me TOUCH them!"

She eagerly traced the contours of his massive shoulders, squeezed his biceps and encouraged him to puff them up.

"Like I said... Hercules, man. Hercules!"

She put her hands behind his head and tried to pull, only to find out that it was steady as a rock. She wandered all over his chest with her hands, sucking up the body heat that was radiating from its surface, tugging his curly chest hair. She balled her fists and thumped them forcefully into his chest. Judging by how her tongue was flicking unconsciously over her full lips all the time, she was having a ball doing it! Each of her explorative actions confirmed and amplified what she had expected - and hoped - all that time: Shaq was an ANIMAL. He could snap her in two, he could crush her every bone if he wanted. One solid block of primal brute force.

If he suddenly decided to rape her, she probably wouldn't stand a chance, and wouldn’t survive it. Maybe it was this idea of DANGER that got her adrenalin running. One of the few things she could still get a kick out of. But of course, considering he was a public person and not a nutcase (as far as his behavior suggested), the danger was merely an illusion anyway. Or was it?

Still, the idea of being in the presence of it, so close that she was completely in its power, had an almost perverse effect on Anna. She had been able to keep cool, and cover up all these effects thus far (except that she was juicing up). But now the excitement was bubbling up unrestricted. She almost lost control of herself.

"1,2,3..." She let her index finger glide over Shaq's washboard. Her heart was beating wildly.

"Shaquille, you're a hunk, did you know that? I mean, my God, you're strong as... as a horse. Yeah, that's it!! A horse."

Anna was glad she was finally able to properly word what she meant. She loved horses; from when she was just a little kid, she had always felt strongly attracted towards them. Whenever she saw the chance, she tried to ride one as a relaxing pastime. Was she expecting the same from Shaq? At least he was a decent match in terms of sheer power and size.

Her black stallion gladly put up with her pawing, wearing a silly smile on his face. Sure he understood by now that Anna only saw him as a lust object. But after all, the feeling was mutual. At this moment he didn't see her as much more than a pleasure toy to wrap around his dick, either. A sentiment that he didn't expect to evolve much over the next couple of hours.

After she had had her first good look and feel, Anna backed off and nestled herself on his knee. Immediately, her eyes were drawn towards the yellow-purple boxers again, right in the center of her view.

"Oh, damn!"

Her mouth fell open. It had to be a truly magnificent piece of equipment that was now slowly unfolding itself in there. Focusing her eyes on the swelling, she got that same tingly feeling again in her belly and underbody, only much more intense now than while watching Shaq on the field.

"Are you sure you stopped growing already??"

Shaq laughed with the witty remark, but Anna kept a stony face. She was totally mesmerized.

Pale spots appeared on her bottom lip as her teeth pushed the blood out of it. And with a hungry look in her eyes, she relaxed her tense fists, planning to release the mythical Thing that most girls could only talk about.

She reached out, questioning eyes directed at Shaq.

"M-may I? Can I?"

"Hehe.. Whatever you say, darling. Be my guest."

He gladly cooperated by slightly lifting his back while Anna grabbed the waistband and pulled down shorts and panties in one go. She stood up momentarily to pull them beyond his knees, and drop them on the floor. To augment the tension even more, her eyes remained closed while doing all this. Shaq's mammoth dick in itself seemed not enough for Anna! She was after maximum shock effect.

After taking a deep breath, it was time to face her destiny. She settled her hot little ass on his knee again and slowly opened her eyes...

"Oh h-holy sh..."

Anna had thought she had prepared herself, but still skipped a heartbeat when she established first contact. Spontaneously, her hand moved up to cover her pout, and her eyes grew wide.

It was bigger. It had to be bigger than what they all - seriously - considered "probable."

Although she didn't really trust her judgment skills under these circumstances, Shaq's balls looked like chicken eggs, and the huge purple head on top seemed laid by an even bigger bird! The tip was already wet. Anna seemed to break eggshells by merely looking at them. The length remained inconclusive for the time being. Shaq was holding the base with one hand, slowly stroking with the other.

"Meet Johnson," he grinned while he looked up at her.

Anna smiled back; why was it that all men gave their penis a name? She had never given her pussy one. But it sure was funny and got her in a more relaxed, playful mood.

"And Johnson is MINE!” she growled. And like an attacking tiger, she reached out with her claws to catch it, firmly clamping her fists around it.

Like a predator guarding its prey, she didn't intend to let go of it anytime soon! Her delicate female touch made it look as if someone was pumping air into an inflatable boat. That's how fast it seemed to grow, to her! She chuckled nervously, as soon, she could grip it with both hands together, and still she didn't touch his balls or cock head.

"Mpfff... Oh yeah, knead me, baby!"

Shaq slightly shifted his position and grunted as Anna carefully squeezed his meat pole a first time. It felt warm and a little spongy. She took a deep breath and squeezed again, with a bit more force. By the time she repeated this a third time, it no longer gave a flinch! She really used considerable force (maybe not quite as hard as she COULD, but certainly as hard as her confidence allowed), and still she barely made a dent in it!

"How? I..."

For a moment, she looked a little startled, and a sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead. The tiger was far gone, all of a sudden. Would she ever be able to accommodate THIS?? Where oh where along the way had this crazy plan settled itself in that silly mind of her?

Shaq was watching - and enjoying - her every move and recognized her hesitation.

"You wanted to drive Shaq's Little Red Corvette, but does Anna Kournikova have what it TAKES to drive Shaq's Little Red Corvette?" he teasingly whispered.

Anna chuckled. Little? Yeah right...

But she never refused a gauntlet that was thrown at her. Challenges like these were exactly what she needed to get going. She didn't answer with words, but with deeds; without loosening her grip, she stood up from Shaq's lap and then slowly pulled Johnson towards her.

"There's only one way to find out, isn't there?"

Her eyes remained focused on Shaq's face and she kept grinning evilly all the way. He liked her naughty! He had to move with her, sinking deeper into the seat. Until his rigid pole ended up right between her slender legs, almost touching her shorts.

Without saying another word, Anna used one hand to pull her left trouser leg wide, and bent through her knees. Teasingly slow, she let Shaq watch his dick crawl under the fabric towards Ground Zero. When she felt the enormous hot head plant itself against her pussylips, she bent a fraction further still to steady it, and then used both hands to stretch her cunny open as far as possible.

She puffed, and her breaths shortened while she continued bending.

The shorts were covering things up, but Shaq could do without pictures; he could feel her pussy slowly nibble down on him, like eating a big veined sausage for lunch. Once her meaty labia were pushed aside, Anna let them close themselves back around his bulky mushroom. Once more she took a deep breath, and continued lowering herself further on her lover. But with every inch, more doubts crept into her mind.

"Ooh God... help me..."

She gritted her teeth and was fighting the tears; this phase was far from comfortable. Trying to reorganize internally to adjust around Shaq proved a little more challenging than hoped for! Over a minute of fruitless gymnastics must have passed, after which STILL more than half of Shaq's battering-ram was sticking out. The undeniable conclusion was, that there was no progress to speak of.

With tears running down the cheeks of her red face, Anna finally shouted in frustration.

"Arghhhh! It DOESN'T WORK!"

Disillusioned she stood up, guided his dick out with her hands, and stepped aside.

The horny teen had lusted so long after him. She had gone through so much planning and effort to spend some quality time with the dangerous big teddy bear of her dreams. And now it turned out he was of a different scale!

"I'm so sorry. What was I thinking, what was I THINKING? I should have known right from the start that you are just too big."

She was almost sobbing in impotence.

"This was just not meant to be. But the dildo I practiced with was the biggest they sold; what more could I do? TELL ME!"

"Now, now, now...” Shaq replied in a fatherly tone.

"Don't tell me our tennis star is already giving up! I wanna fuck you today, sweetie. Just relax and leave this to Shaq."

His voice was calm and confident.

He flashed his pearly white teeth, and the golden one. It served to divert Anna's attention while he secretly piloted one hand through the curtain of hair she had draped over his chest. She gave a little squeal of surprise as she felt his warm fingers slide over her flank, by touch searching for her (too) tight pussy. She smiled through her tears when she understood, and adjusted her position to help his seeking hand; in response, he flattened it and smoothly slid it into the shorts.

Anna got goose bumps from the sudden shell of heat over her sex. A pleasant and comforting feeling. Almost immediately fingers started to wriggle, tickling at her mound. It made her pant in anticipation.

"Dr. Shaq thinks he recognizes your condition, and will now proceed with the standard treatment."

It sounded almost official!

A shiver crawled up Anna's back when the strong guy suddenly lifted his hand into the cleft of her legs, with such incredible force that she almost became weightless.

"Ooohh... SHIT!"

It was not all that clear for her what exactly was going on down there. But it felt as if, under gravity's pull, his knuckles were slowly swallowed by her fat labia like in quicksand. Next, something that couldn't be anything else but his middle finger got deployed, poking into her. Using the knuckles as extra support to carry her weight, Shaq then started finger-fucking the Russian. Like a small but very rigid dick, his digit stimulated all the right spots inside her.

At least SOMETHING of Shaq that fit into her!

"Mmmmmmmhh... Yeah! Whoa!"

Anna's breathing got heavier and she was panting through her cute little pouted lips while Shaquille kept probing into her. Again and again he lifted her up, putting her on the tips of her toes and making her raise her ass as high in the air as possible.

"S-Steady... Hooo!"

She could barely keep her balance by holding onto Johnson during the entire ride on Shaq's Shovel.

Her heat was really rising quickly under his expert touch, coming up with new surprises every minute. A comprehensive anthology from his oeuvre of inventive pussy-poking, circling and stretching. And was that his thumb circling around her clit? Whatever it was, it turned up the volume of her moaning and enticed her to eagerly knead the dick in her hands.

"Oh FUCK yeah... Don't stop now! JEZUS!!"

If she was raising her ass, it was not to escape his touch, but to fight a premature climax. This ride deserved to last awhile!

"SLOWER...no...shit. DON'T... Yeah, keep...keep it like THIS!"

Shaq grimaced and grinned. Another lady wrapped around his finger! Yes, he was popular because of his size. But size wasn't EVERYTHING. You need to know how to please the ladies, he thought while skillfully teasing her clitoris to further juice her up.

"FUCK, you're GOOD Shaq. Whoa!"

The rubbing and poking drove her out of her mind, and only stopped when Shaq could feel the first modest spasms shoot through her pussy. The telltale signs of a girl approaching the finishline.

No need to orgasm already.

Shaq retracted his hands out of Anna's shorts, causing some soppy sounds. Several of his fingers were coated in thick girl-cum.

Anna was still squeezing Johnson. She looked a bit distant and had a contented smile on her face. She giggled and seemed naughtier than ever indeed. No question that Shaq's little manual intermezzo had brought her back in the right mood. Gone were those negative feelings!

"G-Good. GREAT! And...now it's MY turn, Mister!"

Damn, was SHE horny!

In anticipation, Shaq watched her lock her eyes with his; she licked her lips, and moved towards the dick she was still firmly holding. All her spontaneous squeezing and kneading had pumped a considerable amount of precum out of Shaq, and he was convinced she was so turned on that she was planning to lick it off. To the very last drop, for sure!

Her sexy lips parted and her tongue curled out, ready to lap his slimy dickhead.

Shaq saw it coming but was too late.

"Hey, lady!"

Anna attacked him sideways, like when your ice cream has started leaking, and managed to suck the bottom of his glans clean in one swift move.

"Better not suck up all the Oil of O'Neal, pumpkin. We're going to need it soon!"

He sure liked the feeling of her soft tongue lapping him, but still he had the clarity of mind to hold her off when she ignored his command. "Slap, slap." Shaq gave Anna's cheeks some wet slaps with his prick. Threads of male liquid covered her face.

"I said DON'T. I don't remember a tactical briefing with these guidelines, do YOU?"

Anna moaned in protest.

As consolation, he encouraged her to suck the fingers that were soaked with her own nectar. And just ONE portion; they weren't going to spill ALL the results of his groundwork.

“Hmmm 3; So THESE little fellows have been at work down there, eh?” Anna managed to giggle before she wrapped her full-lipped mouth around them.

She happily sucked her juices from his fingers, but also moaned in disappointment once she had cleaned them. Far too soon. It was downright cruel to heat her up like that, without giving her the chance to PROPERLY release all the piled up lust. It was SHAQ she wanted, not some poor masturbation-upgrade!

But they were following Shaq's game plan. And Anna was the ball that needed to be netted.

"Whoa!"

Again Anna yelped in surprise as this time the center's hands grabbed her love handles and unexpectedly lifted her up like a feather. She found herself straddling his waist for the second time. Before she could even protest, Shaq dug his fingers between her smooth flesh and the waistband of her boxers, and totally shredded the measly piece of textile. Rags were flying in all directions. He wouldn't have admitted it, but Anna was not the only one with piled-up lust. And Shaq could pile up quite a bit more than she! The fact that her pussy had been hidden from his hungry eyes all the time was driving him crazy. He hadn't even seen her TITS yet, for Christ's sake!

"HEY, what?!?" Anna complained.

In a strange reflex of shame the Russian shielded her cunny with both hands. A cute coy smile flashed over her face as a surprised Shaq stared at her. Was it because she hadn’t been prepared for his bold move?

He laughed when he spotted the spontaneous blush on her cheeks.

"Hahaha! I can't BELIEVE it. Hahaha! Say it isn't true!"

“Now, why did you 3;”

He didn't let her finish, but put up a falsetto and squeaked:

"Don't be afraid of Big Shaq, darling. He won't hurt you, LOL"

It had almost looked as if Anna was going to pull down the T-shirt to protect her flower! Only very slowly, her confident self returned. What was left was a slight embarrassment about her "little girl" reflex.

"Now show Shaq what you have in store for him."

With his hand, Shaq tried to encourage Anna to remove her shielding. But she backed off.

“Hohooo! Nooot!”

She now quickly regained her self-control and took over the initiative. Anna wasn't going to lift her iron curtain just like that, now! NOT after Shaq had ruined her outfit. That deserved punishment of some kind. If he was thinking he could just TAKE her as he wanted, he would have to think again. That's not how the game was played with Anna. She was only TAKEN if and when she WANTED to be taken. Multiple times MVP or not.

"Didn't your mommy teach you patience, little Shaq? Paaaatience..."

"Stop acting stupid. How can I fuck properly what I can't see?"

The giant center was no longer sounding amused. In fact, his current language didn't exactly please her. Don't they get fines for this kind of inappropriate behaviour?

Anna didn't even lift an eyebrow. She was not impressed. Was it because she was brave, or stupid? Or maybe both? In a teasing super slowmo, she first pressed her hands tighter against her crotch, as if to guard it even better, and then sensually opened up the protective shell.

Shaq watched silently, fascinated by how her cunny gradually peeped through between her parting thumbs.

It was one hell of a mouth-watering show. What first struck Shaq was her bush, shaven in the shape of a heart. The exact same shape as the heart she was wearing on her delicate necklace. If there was one thing that was absolutely sexy, it was this! A beautiful example of careful and tasteful trimming. The fluffy blond curls looked like God himself had stroked them down with his pencil. They fit perfectly into one of the most elegant pubic clefts ever to be found between a girl's hips. Anna was an ambassador of stylish aesthetics, both between and around her legs. If it was true that the perfect girl didn't exist, it almost had to mean that her feet were ugly!

“Shit, baby 3;”

As if hypnotized, Shaq was holding his breath while he followed Anna's hands retract further. She pressed her index fingers into the skin folds on both sides of her smooth mound, dragging her puffy labia along as she moved higher up.

He swallowed when the meaty outer lips bounced back after stretching. For a short moment, he had the rare privilege to descry her pink petals before they were warmly tucked in again.

"Holy shit... holy shit... holy shit..."

He was whispering a mantra of desire to himself, and swallowed again. Most pussies he had fucked felt hot and soft, but rarely did they advertise this on the outside as efficiently as Anna's. The LA center was starting to sweat like a horse from all this visual stimulus, now also backed up by Anna's soft moans.

"Oh man, it's getting hot here, phew! IMPOSSIBLY hot."

If he had been wearing a tie, he would have no doubt loosened it! In the absence of one, his reflex was to use the piece of Anna's shredded boxers, that he was still holding in his hands, to dip his forehead. When a sweet, musky fragrance penetrated into his nose, he understood he was sopping his forehead in girl-cum from the soaked textile. The same pussy-juice that was leaving glistening traces on her lips in the center of his hypnotized stare.

“Succulent, just succulent,” he mumbled.

At long last, Anna seemed wet enough to be fuckable.

Oh yeah, the manual intermezzo and the purpose behind it... Already it had almost disappeared in the sensual fog covering his mind.

Now it was HIS turn to fight his instincts. If he still wanted to smoothly run his sword through her, he couldn't afford to succumb. Succumb to the strong visual messages that Anna's ravishing flesh was printing into the lowest layers of his brain: EAT ME OUT.

He truly was fighting one of the toughest battles men are faced with: holding yourself together while your senses are bombed with signals of readiness, health, fertility... The whole female seduction-gamma. And all of that just there for the tasting. A glass of water would have helped right now, when poured out over his head, that is.

"Owww... you LIKE that, don't you, Big Boy?” Anna hissed.

She felt like pulling the strings of a puppet when she watched his bulging eyes track her under body, as she sensually swayed it from side to side. It was not that much different from a mule chasing a carrot on a string. Rather amusing. Men were SO easy to play with.

Shaq groaned. He sniffed loudly and gave himself a slap in the face to break the spell. There was WORK to be done.

He presented the giggling Russian an inviting gentleman-hand.

"The Shaq Express only stops once, lady. What will it be? Do you want a free ride, or do you wait for the next train?"

"I think I’ll take the ride, Big Boy." Anna smiled. She was truly pleased by Shaq's sudden change in style. This was more like how she was used to be treated!

Docile, she let Shaq guide her hand towards his dick, assisting him to line it up again between her slender legs. She had learned her lesson: her disastrous first attempt had convinced her to put the expert in control this time.

"Hold it like this. Yes, and now keep it that way."

Anna did as instructed. A blend of doubt, curiosity and a little bit of fear washed over her as she felt Shaq's size and hotness. She used her own free hand to lift her shirt so she could keep a close eye on progress.

It still looked impossible.

Now Shaq's other arm stretched out. He stuck out his middle and index finger and pressed them together, and then up against Anna's plump lips. Not as hard as before, pushing them in just a little. The intimate touch caused a shiver of anticipation in Anna while she listened to his countdown.

"3...2...1..."

Anna gasped in surprise at the count of zero; Shaq started a series of faster and faster scissor-like movements. He pushed up, spreading his two strong fingers, then dropped while joining them again. Again and again and again, and again. Faster and faster. Spreading his scissor - and Anna's love-pillows - wider each time. It was outrageously arousing, and she couldn't help following his every move with her body. Her pussy had never, well, "fluttered" like this.

"Oh God!!! Oh GOD!!"

She barely seemed to have time to breathe. Two or three times during her dance, she had to let go of Johnson and grab him back.

"S-slow down!! Slow-w down!"

Shaq was applying the right tactics yet again. No matter how unsure Anna had been just minutes ago, now she was starting to feel more receptive than ever. She lost some of her much-needed juices in the thorough intimate massage, but immediately oozed new ones from deep inside. It was like Shaq was handling a fruit press.

"Keep dancing, baby. Move that ass. Yeah! That's the way to do it, sweetie!"

Shaq didn't slow down at all, and pretty soon a hot glow shot through Anna from the inside. It seemed to turn her lower body into one hot molten mass. With a cavity in it that desperately needed to be FILLED. The treatment had awakened a deeply hidden, sleeping female instinct in Anna: an urge to tightly wrap herself around something. If someone would have asked her to sink onto a baseball bat, she would have thought it possible. ANYTHING was acceptable now.

Even Shaq.

Who was meanwhile keeping cooler than cool, coaching "Project Touchdown" with his usual, commanding voice.

"Bear... down... NOW!"

The shot was lined up with laser accuracy. His timing was flawless.

On the word ‘go,’ Anna relaxed all her muscles and slid down on Shaq precisely during a pussy-maximum. In one single smooth move, she slipped over his dick, ending up about three quarters down. Even with a quarter left, that meant Seriously Stuffed.

"Ughf..."

It truly knocked the air out of Anna's lungs, and pussy. She threw back her head, eyes closed, and uttered some deep guttural moans. In and under her, Shaq was also breathing heavy. Those were some quite intense moments for both!

"Well done, baby. WELL done!" Shaq whispered after a few seconds of recovery, and encouragingly smacked her ass-cheeks. They quivered like two sexy heaps of Jello.

Slowly, an impaled Anna tried to come to grips with her current state; she had never felt as *complete* as this, for sure. Her mind started flying circles around this new focal point, seated deep inside of her. Already it seemed to BELONG there: the missing piece of her personal puzzle, lost since the very day of her birth. It was a happy reunion that made her speechless.

With some imagination, one could spot a small bulge stand out in her flat tummy while her chest was heaving. Shaq grinned and gave it a playful poke.

"Hey buddy, how are you feeling there on the other side?"

"Gngngngngnggg..."

Anna's bottom lip quivered as the vibrations resonated up and down around his rigid pole inside her, acting like an antenna. The resulting micro-contractions along Anna's pussy walls finalised the first part of her "docking sequence", by lowering her another few inches onto his stake. Shaq was doing MORE than just jokingly playing around; each of his moves, each of his touches had its precise purpose. He grinned, satisfied. No matter how often he had done it, every time he was still amazed how each and every girl, given sufficient attention and stimulus, would finally fit around his girth this far. Just the last 20% proved to be a matter of hit and miss. But let's see about that later!

=> CHAPTER 6

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