Major Pump Part 2

Here is the second part of Major Pump. From the way it's developing, this is looking like a long one. Hope you enjoy it and leave feedback and contact me for suggestions if you wish. There will be some more of Anya to come, and then the next original piece will probably be the encounter between Foxy and Fuckey on Chyoa. I'll keep that one a bit shorter than I otherwise would, because the interesting thing is developing the exclusive side of the story for you guys.

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‘Now I don’t need to remind you fucks how this goes, gentlemen. I certainly don’t think we have any hard-as-nails veterans here, but you’ve all seen the films,’ said the fucktoy bimbo hardbody, her long, gleaming, muscular legs planted apart as she stood in front of the crescent of studs. ‘The drill-sergeant – and I am in every way going to drill you, boys, as much as I’m gonna get drilled,’

With that, Major Pump grabbed her camo vest, thrust her chest right out, and tore it open, tip to bottom, discarding the shredded fabric behind her.

The move revealed a pair of absolutely monstrous tits that ballooned colossally out of her chest like a pair of balloons. The torpedo tits that jutted from her tight, muscular frame were as big as basketballs, the vast globes spherical, hard, tanned, gleaming, capped with small, high nipples.

Some of the men groaned. Some of the men growled. All of it was approving.

Major Pump continued, ‘but as I was saying, the Drill Sergeant picks on some of the fresh meat who isn’t quite up to the standard. Makes an example of them. Takes them apart right in front of the others. So with that in mind-’ the gigantic titted slut’s eyes scanned the line of brawn, flexing, pumped torsos gleaming in front of her ‘ – PRIVATE MAGGOT – SHOW ME YOUR PRIVATES!!!’

Nothing moved in the heaving wall of slablike muscle in front of her. Lex allowed his eyes to drift right, then left. No-one budged. It was a call-out, sure. But who would step up to that? Through the hue of testosterone, insolence hung pregnant in the air almost like a visible miasma. It was twelve against one. Was her act falling flat? Surely she couldn’t outfuck a single one of these studs. Let alone twelve. And break them? Hell, this fine-ass bimbo bitch might fancy herself a ballbreaker, but Lex wouldn’t lay money that she herself wasn’t going to end up in the ER that had been set up behind them. She was just winding them up. She had to be.

He didn’t want to give anything away, not yet. So while the English guy with shades started overconfidently shooting a few glances around at the other guys and smiling, Lex decided to keep his game face on. He continued to glower.

‘No Private Maggot, eh?’ Major Pump mused, huge blimp tits heaving, ‘My mistake. Actually, I mean Private Magnum. I know we’ve got a Magnum here. Maggot, Magnum, whatever. You’re up.’

Someone snorted down the line, and stepped forward.

‘You got that right, slut. This thing ain’t no maggot. This is a magnum alright. The most powerful hand-cannon in the world – blow your head clean off…’

Lex rolled his eyes. This stud’s Dirty Harry monologue was well-practised.

Major Pump’s eyes locked onto Magnum. At six and a half feet tall he wasn’t the biggest of the studs arranged around the gym, but he had serious breadth, with stacked traps and lats making it look as if he could block out the sun if he were so minded. Both his huge arms were fully tattooed.

‘Ah yes, Magnum Maguire. Well, I’ll be the judge of that.’

‘You ain’t breaking nobody, bitch.’ Magnum drawled.

‘Well I guess we’ll have to see, won’t we?’ said Major Pump. ‘Get it out.’

‘With pleasure, slut.’

Magnum reached out with his hand and unzipped his fly. Down his trouser leg, near his thigh, the fabric twitched as the zip made it all the way down. The brim of a domed cockhead could be clearly seen throbbing under the trouser leg.

‘Pathetic,’ Major Pump said. ‘Looks like they sent me a bunch of children.’

‘What the fuck?’ Magnum said. ‘Bitch, I ain’t even got it out yet.’

‘And yet you’ve already fucking failed.’

‘The fuck you talking about, slut?’ Magnum’s brows furrowed quizzically.

‘I’ll explain when we’re done,’ said Major Pump. She arched her back a little bit and thrust her tits out, then flexed her pecs to make the pair of massive basketball sized spheres pop up and down together.

‘Fuck you, whore,’ Magnum said, reaching into his trousers and fishing around with his fist before uncoiling what looked like a massive length of sausage from down there and flopping the monster meat python out. Releasing it, the fat length hung between his legs, extending towards the floor. Dangling between Magnum’s splayed legs, the meaty head was between his knees. It swayed a little from side to side.

‘Like I said,’ Major Pump said, ‘Private Maggot has maggot privates.’

Nobody laughed. It wasn’t meant to be a laugh line. There was a growing sense that Major Pump was up to something.

‘This ain’t funny, bitch.’

‘It most certainly isn’t, Maguire,’ Major Pump said, suddenly advancing on the brawny cocksmith. Her heels clicked on the gymnasium floor as she went, step by step. ‘First of all you bring this pin-dick to the party, you need to use your fucking hand to get it out, and I’m meant to admit you into the stud academy because you’re packing around, let’s see –‘ at this the mega titted hyperslut glanced down at Magnum’s dong, just as the dark pisshole at the tip of the crown started to weep a thick, gluey rope of precum that extended downwards to the floor ‘- it’s not even a foot is it, Private Maggot?’

‘I am going to fuck you up,’ Magnum said, inner steel showing through as Major Pump’s walk had brought her right up to him, the stacked heels of her boots bringing her almost up to his height.

‘We’ll see about that, Private,’ Major Pump said. A thin smile spread across her pumped up dickpillow lips and he eyes narrowed nastily, as between the pair of them, Magnum’s piece gathered weight and mass, gradually inflating into a thick, heavy pipe that extended sizeably both in length and girth. Magnum raised his eyebrows and caught Major Pump’s eyes as the turgid length started to bloat, the veiny fuckpipe solidifying further until the smooth, rounded crown extended further outwards until it touched against the flawless, ripped flesh right at the base of Major Pump’s abs. The smooth, rounded crown contacted against Major Pump’s firm stomach and continued upwards as the huge penis became fully erect, drawing a line in thick, clear, shiny precum all the way up the bulky ridges of the glossy flesh of her tanned, hard abs until the round cumtip nestled into her bellybutton.

Pump cocked her head to the side as if she wasn’t unimpressed, for once.

‘Well let’s see what you’re made of after all,’ Major Pump said. ‘NURSE!’

At Major Pump’s call, the back door of the gymnasium opened. All the heads craned around to see a complete slut walk in.

Pushing a trolley was a total whore. She had blonde, lustrous, cascading hair, atop which was sitting a porn-film fetish version of a PVC nurse’s cap, latex, in black, with a large red cross emblazoned on the front of it. The blonde had plump bimbo dicksucking lips, nastily narrowed kitten-eyes, high cheekbones and had her mouth whoreishly open.

The nurse’s uniform was all in latex, a plunging skintight dress that went over both shoulders that left all her neck, cleavage, and stomach exposed, her monster cans sticking right out in front of her in two gorgeously tanned globes, with a PVC apron on that just covered her underboobs hanging underneath, itself projected out but the massive swell of the pair of vast knockers. The apron was indecently short, and, like her skintight dress, left her wet, pink, hairless pussy exposed. Honey dripped from it as she walked.

The awesome medical vision strutted into the room on a pair of black vinyl platform-soled stripper shoes with six-inch heels, with her legs encased in black shiny latex stockings.

The nurse strutted like a whore with the trolley, thick round ass pumping in two globes behind her up until she brought it in front of Major Pump, who took a piece of apparatus from it without the trolly stopping, and the nurse wheeled back round and was gone.

Maguire looked at the apparatus in Major Pump’s hand.

‘Dick pump,’

‘A for observation, Maggot,’ said Major Pump.

Whoreishly, the stacked military hardbody whore pushed her lips together, still looking in Maguire’s eyes, and let an obscenely long rope of bubbly drool begin to cascade from her mouth. Sucking it in and out a bit so it slipped back and forth between her lips a little, giving Magnum a slutty show as she juggled the saliva, Major Pump then let the slobber descend between her absolutely massive set of cans before it settled on the stud’s monster schlong that still pressed into her stomach.

‘This dick pump,’ Major Pump continued, ‘has a measure on it, see?’ with her long nail she indicated a ruler etched into the side. ‘Let’s all see exactly what you’ve got.’

Stepping away slightly so that Magnum’s prodding prick swung free, sticking up in front of him, Major Pump gripped the end of the transparent plastic apparatus and slid the vacuum-seal ending over the glossy purple helmet of Magnum’s meat missile, twisting it a little to fit over the turgid glans. Seeing the rounded, plum-shaped head enter the tube and settle into it, drawing a growl from Magnum, Major Pump, now not taking her eyes from the monster slab of veined meat that she was inserting into the cock pump, slowly slid the apparatus down towards the hulking stud’s groin, sheathing the brawny member further and further inside the tube. The further down she went, the more the prodigious slab of meat bulged already, constricted by the vacuum-tight seal, so that its turgid vascularity increased visibly.

‘Well, would you look at that,’ said the tattooed blonde whore as the base of the tube fitted snugly up against Magnum’s balls, sealed around the base of the cock, squinting at the measurement, ‘I’m gonna be charitable here and say you’ve got a footlong here. But I’m being seriously charitable…’

Major Pump rolled her eyes theatrically, then unexpectedly hefted the big piece of apparatus upwards, Magnum’s dick along with it, pulled it centrally in line with her body, and let it drop.

There was a hollow THUDD sound, as the transparent cock pump smacked inbetween Major Pump’s monster jugs, Magnum’s engorged cock inside it. Major Pump slid her hands to cup the sides of her immense, solid fuckpillows, and sensually titfucked the tube slowly with them.

‘-And I have to say, Maggot, a footlong ain’t going to cut it here,’ the Amazonian bimbo humped her huge cans around the tube, ‘it’s barely going to touch the sides.’

‘You fucken’ whore,’ Magnum drawled, looking the monster-jugged slut in her eyes, ‘you let me out of this tube, you’ll see just what I’m capable of. You’ll be looking like a fucking kebab.’

Major Pump giggled.

‘There’s only one way out of that tube, honey. The hard way. And you’ve got a looooooong way to go.’

Major Pump dropped her eyes to the penis pump, ‘like, am I wrong here?’

Now that Magnum was completely inside the tube, and now that the cock pump paraphernalia was wedged between her pair of monster knockers, it was clear what the hardbody whore was referring to. This was no ordinary-sized penis pump. If anything, Magnum’s thick, tree-trunk piston of heaving manflesh was only about half-way up the cylindrical tube. There was a lot of air in that thing.

‘There are many reasons why I’m called Major Pump, boys,’ said the bimbo whore who was now captivating the crescent of studs in the gym, ‘this is one.’

The air of assurance that had surrounded them had dissipated somewhat. Pump had Magnum where she wanted him. The question was – what was she going to do?

Magnum bristled, ‘so pump it, slut.’

Major Pump smiled, ‘O noooooo honey, that would be a little too easy.’

The pump attachment, with the cord and bulb, was sticking out the top of the tube between Pump’s cans.

‘A.P., would you be so kind?’

Everyone shifted nervously, though Major Pump didn’t take her eyes from Magnum’s gaze. Lex scanned the room. Nobody had introduced themselves as A.P. Some of them knew who the others were. But nobody knew who everyone was yet.

‘I guess that’s me.’

The voice rumbled out of the tallest, widest, most hulkingly muscled of them all, a seven and a half feet black giant, right in the centre of the crescent. Lex looked over. The guy hadn’t said a word to anyone yet. The guy had a lats like a cobra and a chest like a colossus for the ages. He looked like he crapped lightening. There had been a lot of preening and back and forth in the workout room. A.P. hadn’t said a single word. Hadn’t had to.

‘A.P., would you join me here please?’

The giant came forwards, and came to stand by Magnum. Side by side, there was no comparison. Magnum had to look up a full foot to look A.P. in the eye.

‘Just so we’re clear, would you mind telling me what A.P. stands for?’ Major Pump said, though the question was clearly for the benefit of everyone else rather than herself.

‘I’m the Apex Predator. A.P.’

‘I see,’ Major Pump smiled and looked back at Magnum, ‘Apex Predator, would you be so kind as to work the pump?’

Apex Predator took the penis-pump bulb in his hand. It looked tiny in his ham sized fist.

‘You know I’m gonna fuck you after this like you’ve never been fucked.’

‘I’m counting on it,’ Major Pump said, ‘now, begin.’

‘Sorry Maggot,’ A.P. said, as the stud next to him gritted his teeth.

‘Do it,’ Major Pump said, smiling.