T hat object was still riding him slowly, and now bent her body over to hold onto his shoulders. She kissed him passionately, massaging his neck and shoulders when the pleasurable feelings made her ball her small fists. After their lips parted, he squeezed those thick little cheeks of her.

"Do they call THAT training?"

Anna had to laugh. Which said a lot about the state of mind she was in. Normally, a remark like that would make her explode in furious anger.

"I like it, though. You're definitely softer than the other athletic types I fucked."

As an illustration, his lustful hands wandered all over Anna, touching her in her special places.

"Murzik can be as hard or soft as her partner likes, Big Boy."

She made another small hop, and gasped.

"But NOT quite as... as hard as that piece of you in here," she murmled, stroking with her hand over the small bulge on her flat tummy.

"I'm starting to understand why the Girls were always talking about 'Magic Johnson'."

"HAHAHAHA... WHAHAHA-HA."

Anna's comical mixup made Shaq shake with laughter. Which of course, in turn, made Anna shake as well, on top of him.

"Wha-ha-hat's so-o f-fun-ny?" she stumbled.

"It shows you haven't been into basketball for all that long, sweetheart. I think there's some confusion here with one of my childhood heroes; but let me add it's safer to ride Shaq's Johnson than it is to ride Magic's, nowadays."

Anna decided to not even attempt to make sense out of this. Her mind had to go in overdrive to do more than just handle the pleasure signals.

"So, are there maybe any other black guys you would have liked to fuck you? Or did you only dream of me?"

Anna produced some ripples in her forehead. "I don't know. It's not just that you're BLACK, you know."

She still kept rocking back and forth in a steady pace, trying not to break the comforting rhythm of the throbbing inside her. She paused long between her lines.

Then, in a boyish way, she whispered: "They say it must be awesome to fuck Mohammed Ali, though."

"Oh yeah? How's that? He's another one of my big heroes, actually. We grew up with guys like him, Magic, Martin Luther King and B.A. Baracus."

"Well," Anna continued in a conspirational tone, "he must be like one big VIBRATOR, LOL."

Now it was her turn to burst out in laughter; her voice resounded through the roomy interior, but quieted down rather quickly. It was kinda spooky how Shaq didn't seem to react at all. In fact he had stopped cooperating with her relaxing fuck-rhythm and his face looked serious and (almost) pale. Anna stopped completely in her tracks now, too. The confused girl kept her breath, and a few infinitely long seconds of total silence followed.

"DON'T YOU FUCK WITH SHAQ'S HEROES, you little minx!"

Shaq's thundering voice made Anna's belly shake, and she had a mental image of her hair being blown away by an explosion, like you see in those cartoon movies.

"Seems like Shaq needs to teach this hussy some respect for her black brothers, young lady!"

The echo of his tirade hadn't even died yet, as he immediately took the lead in their love-ride and imposed a totally CRAZY pace.

"Wai-ait! I thi-i-ink..."

"Think? THINK? On board the Shaqmobile, girls don't need to worry about anything. They are BEING taken care of by Shaq. HE does the thinking. And what HE thinks is that it is time for some action that is enjoyable for HIM."

"W-what??"

"You're going to be shaken by Shaq, not stirred. Just the way Mr. Bond likes it!” he laughed evilly with his allusion on the offer by Anna's management to make her the Bond Girl in the latest in the series.

And James was not there to save her; he had his hands full with Halle Berry. Nobody would stop the Shaq Show.

"Ladies and gentlemen. This is your Shaq speaking. Fasten your seatbelts, there is turbulence ahead of us. SHAAAA-A-A-Q AT-TAAAAA-A-ACK!"

"Are you cr... ugh!"

Anna's useless complaining was choked in another wave of bone-crunching penetrations.

"STOH-OH-OH-OH-OOOHP!"

Shaq paid no attention to her chopped-up pleas, but instead kept pounding into her with all his power. Clamping his shovels onto her love handles, to keep her from being launched into space with each smash of his hips, and to pull her back onto his stake.

The impudent brat wanted it rough? She would GET it rough. He would stuff her with her much-wanted black cock until she had indigestion. Anna had accidentally removed his trigger lock, and she was going to pay the consequences. No wailing in the world would help her.

"NO-OH-OH-OH-OH!"

Anna thought she experienced a mini-NDE each time Shaq blasted through her. Everything went black on the way in, and before it cleared up again the next blast already arrived! Tears were welling up from behind her beautiful green eyes, from seeing Heaven and Hell at the same time. A new experience for her, since it seems Enrique had shown her Purgatory at most.

She looked like throwing up each time the head of his cock planted itself violently into the sensitive tissue at the back of... was it her womb? To her, it felt like he was sticking his blunt hammer into the back of her throat - from behind!

Indeed, all of a sudden it seemed no longer such a problem for Shaq to bottom out into "a girl of this format." Where there's a will, there's a way! Her firm tits, no matter how sturdy they normally were, were liquefied by the intense movements and swayed in all directions. Shaq was truly pistoning in and out of the Russian, producing rubbery noises as his tool made its way inside. What was he drilling for? Whatever it was, even for Anna it came as somewhat of a revelation how DEEP she actually was. She had no idea, simply because she had never been exploited properly. Shaq indeed opened up new internal vistas by plowing into her. Judging by her miserable groaning, she didn't exactly enjoy those new vistas.

"Uugh...have m-mercy!! Nngh..."

But her hard athletic body could handle it, and responded well. Slowly, a warm feeling of well-being started to swell up from the depths of her lower regions and extinguish the pain. Numbness was soon replaced by an overwhelming sensation: a sparkling that started small, like a tiny piece of fireworks that was lit up, but seemed to rapidly ignite a whole cascade throughout her battered body. It made her forget all the discomfort in a wink, and scream in bliss.

"F-Fuck YEAAAH!"

Her orgasm immediately detonated in full glory, and as Shaq kept pounding into her throughout, she was actually caught up by a second one before the first could fade away.

Shaq, almost rubbed senseless by the Russian's tight anatomy, now also couldn't hold it any longer. The piled-up cum had made his balls ache like hell for quite some time already.

"Nnnnnnnggh..."

His hips bucked up one last time, as he clung Anna down on them. Then his white-hot spunk shot forward, coating every small cavity inside her. The residue seeped through the rare cracks between his pulsating dick and the surrounding pussy walls. It was a weird feeling for Anna, but also mild, like a spraying warm-water showerhead implanted deep into her.

Many powerful spurts later, the LA Lakers giant gurgled and collapsed.

At last Anna was now also given the chance to come down from her high. It truly was something different. A rocket in orbit doesn't quite come down like a regular airplane. With a loud sigh she collapsed on top of Shaq.

=> CHAPTER 8

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