A nna's breathing had started slowing down a little and she flashed her eyes. She still looked a little dazed, but was nevertheless slowly getting used to the "presence". The classical symptoms of the ShaqCockShock were starting to fade.

"How does my little tennis princess feel?"

It was not a question out of interest; Shaq's conceited smile illustrated that he obviously just wanted to hear her stumble in her own words how "impressed" she was. He loved to confront his love toys with their own disorientation.

"G-g-good... I-i-it feels great." Anna stumbled, like all the others before her. Her breathing was still coming in short pants.

"Of course it does, sweetie, of course. But..."

Shaq moved his hand between their legs and made a few stroking movements along the 20% that hadn't penetrated yet into the Russian, slapping against her intimate flesh.

"... but I'm afraid we aren't quite there yet."

"Huh?"

One extra frown developed on Anna's distorted face. Her body communicated to her that she was completely stuffed. That was one of the few things she was absolutely certain of, under these otherwise confusing circumstances. It was almost unthinkable that she had understood Shaq correctly, like a shock to your belief system.

"W-w-what??"

Shaq didn't answer but let his body sink lower into the backseat so it ended up more horizontal. Anna was totally connected and had to shuffle backwards to follow. Then he put his hands behind her back and made her lay down on his enormous chest. Within seconds, she could feel the comforting heat of his body seep through the thin T-shirt into her tits. It was cozy for sure! She wouldn't get much time to warm them, though.

"Ughh!”

Anna grunted and flashed her eyes wide open when Shaq suddenly pounded into her with a few quick movements of his hips. Just before she would rebound from his last slap, she could feel a warm hand palm cup her left buttock. Shaq had frozen her in the middle of the action, at the point where a maximum of cock-clenching pussy flesh was dragged out.

"Wadda you... hmmmm..."

Anna underwent all this quite passively, still dazzled, lying with her cheek buried in his ticklish chest hair.

"Give Shaq a moment, sweetie."

With his giant reach, he now piloted his other hand between her butt cheeks; first he used his index finger to slowly trace the ring of pussy tissue that sealed off his penetration. Anna tightened around him, and produced some faint murmuring in response.

"Little Anna likes this, doesn't she? Haha..."

Then he started gently squeezing the delicate and nerve-saturated tissue that otherwise remained safely hidden inside her.

"O-o-ooohmm-m-m...Oh fuck..oh”

Unprecedented sensations crawled up from between Anna's thighs. Spontaneously, her body started writhing against Shaq while her pussy rippled along the entire length of his shaft, milking what had to be the last drops of precum out of it. It was in a trance of lust that Anna now repeatedly pushed down on Shaq with all the power in her arms, fucking herself onto his tool. Self-service like you never saw!

"O-o-ohh. F-FUCK y-yeah!! FUCK'" she shouted while she continued humping him like mad, her face wrinkled by waves of lust.

"That's more like it! Yesss baby...you'll get there, GO ON! Aaaahhh."

Shaq carefully lined up his body to give Anna the best chance to bear down as deep as possible, to make her gain those precious couple of extra inches during her explosion.

"Keep going baby! Shake Shaq!"

After a short but intense workout, Anna finally collapsed exhausted onto his chest again, panting and gasping from all her push-work. Her shirt stuck to her skin, soaked in their sweat.

"Good work, baby. Good work..." Shaq panted, as he softly stroked her hair and planted a kiss onto her forehead. "You done well."

He had silently hoped Anna would be able to embrace him completely. But although there was SOME progress, his trained senses told him that would be out of reach with this format of girl. Unless he would almost split her in two, but he figured she didn't fancy that idea. At this moment at least.

They had reached base camp though, and it was time to overview the battlefield.

Putting his strong hands under her armpits, he straightened her limp upper body so she ended up sitting upright.

"That's my girl..."

Anna had her eyes closed again and her mouth was opened as if frozen in the middle of a scream. No word escaped her trembling, drooling lips; it would have been incomprehensible gibberish anyway. There was simply no place for high-level brain activity; the rapid heartbeats of her lover oscillated through his walled-in cock, transferring the vibrations directly to her female core. It constantly steered her thoughts inwards, forcing her brain to concentrate on this ‘guest,’ the most important thing in her private little world right now. Her third heart was pumping like crazy, as if it had to feed the additional organ.

She needed several seconds to acclimate again to the presence inside her, now that it was even DEEPER. Finally, her eyes opened and a silly smile settled itself in the middle of a bright face. It was starting to feel good, REAL good.

"Is...is...is it all in?” she inquired with some difficulty.

Shaq nodded in confirmation.

"I can feel you squeeze aaaaall around me, baby."

Anna tried to mobilize all her mental powers to concentrate on regrouping herself. And, as if she hadn't lost control for even a single second, she started giving directions right away.

"L-Listen to me."

With both hands, she clamped Shaq's wrist and guided his hand under her T-shirt, towards her tits.

"Touch me here, KNEAD me."

She started encouraging Shaq to mould them and stimulate her nipples which were firmly standing out by now.

"I want to feel your desire shoot through me. Through your hands."

Shaq slowly regained control over his own hands, and started a completely blind, manual evaluation of Anna's breasts.

"Aaah YES. THAT's what I want. THAT's it, do you understand?"

Sure Shaq did; with purposeful little pinches and kneading, he determined that Anna's two hidden treasures weren't big, but well-shaped and firm. He still preferred hooters, but these had their own charm.

"Oh FUCK yeah. You black guys know how to touch a girl!"

Anna moaned loudly. Shaq's touch seemed to stimulate nerves that reached right down to her pussy. At long last, she crossed her arms and lifted the shirt over her head. She had to chuckle when she noticed the flash of desire in Shaquille's eyes the moment her beautiful athletic body was finally revealed to him. She flicked her hair behind her back to give his hungry eyes full access.

"Oh my...Thank...you...GOD!"

The words seemed to find their way out of Shaq all by themselves.

While her lover paused to devour her visually, Anna started a slow ride, holding back at first because hopping looked out of the question with a snug fit like this. She really didn't feel like turning her reproductive system inside out.

Anna was in control of the pace and carefully listened to her body to reach a perfect soothing resonance. She cooed softly each time Shaq's cock head stimulated the right spots on her inside. After every two to three normal wobbles, she would raise on her toes a little to make a small hump. She was learning the finesses of riding Shaq, and she was learning fast. A great example of reward-based training!

Meanwhile Shaq actually didn't feel all that much himself, but he enjoyed the panorama.

It wasn't hard to spot that she was glowing. The fur of a kitten acquires a sheen when you stroke and pet it. Likewise, Anna's body seemed to optimally present itself once she had planted herself fully onto a penis of this magnificance. A healthy blush spread all over her soft skin, her hair feeling silkier than ever. Her nipples came into bud quite spectacularly, and seemed to vibrate even when Shaq merely breathed in their general direction. Her smooth skin looked like it was tightly stretching itself around her entire body, in particular around those delicious butt cheeks. The rather stressed grooves in her face had given way to an expression of complete relaxation. With those bright eyes shut down, she looked so soft and innocent!

At the same time, she was one big nerve at the moment, and Shaq craved the idea that he was responsible. Watching and feeling her shine brightly was quite stimulating. He noticed that she was an unusual mix of hard and soft. Her body was taut and trim, but he could feel with his own hands that she was padded and cushioned in all the right spots for sex without sharp edges. He was confident that, once he was REALLY going to fuck her (!), it was going to be nice and comfortable for him, without feeling like pounding into a sack of blubber. Furthermore, her athletic qualities convinced him he wouldn't have to hold back, either. Her arms were pretty muscled for their slender appearance, and ended in rather broad shoulders. He also noted her sturdy bone structure; contrary to Anna's belief, he would have a LOT of trouble to crush them if he wanted to! She could handle a thorough fuck for sure. Let's say a 9 on the Scale of Shaq.

Anna was a perfect match for Shaquille O'Neal... to give free rein to his passions.

It would have been interesting to find out what the object of his desire itself would have to say if he wouldn't keep those thoughts for himself!

=> CHAPTER 7

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