Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 72

Maxine POV

I wanted so much to give as good as I got, but it wasn’t easy. He looked so huge, and it blew my mind how big he was, like I didn’t know they could be that size. I get the comments about donkey d**k, and hung like a horse, they used to giggle about, now. I knew he was large; I had felt through his jeans, and seeing was believing.

It took a bit to decide how I was going to approach this; my hand barely made it around his shaft, and there was no way that whole thing would fit in my mouth. I poked it and ran my hands over it, looking at how it responded. I hadn’t expected it to move and jump. I tried using my teeth on his length and gained a hiss, and I tried to avoid looking up at his face; I didn’t want to see that he hated what I was doing.

I touched his balls, and they were soft, and saggy, a lot as I had expected. I rolled them one at a time because I couldn’t fit both in one hand, and felt the inner ball, which I learned about in hygiene classes. We learned how to look after ourselves during that bloody time of the month, and how to put on a condom. Looking at his shaft, I don’t think one would fit on. None of the condoms we used in class would be big enough.

I licked him as he had me, from top to bottom, and thought if I could get my mouth even part of the way over that end. The taste of him wasn’t too bad, nothing I could put words to, as I had never had this taste before. I licked the precum off, and it was slightly salty, but nothing I couldn’t handle, like I wasn’t about to throw up or anything. I have eaten worse. But that’s a whole different story. I used my tongue to moisten the end, and then stretched my mouth as wide as I could go, and was pleased that I could force the whole head in my mouth. Once in there was little I could do, but use my teeth with a bit of pressure and my tongue, all the while I felt the odd pulse as his shaft jerked.

So I improvised, using teeth and hands, and working his shaft. I loved the sounds he made, the moans that sounded more pleasurable than pain, and that spurred me on, getting faster as he had me.

“Move your mouth, I am going to cum.” He grunted out, trying to move his hips away from my mouth.

“Did you pull away?” I replied with a bit of sass and continued to suck and play with the end, balls, and shaft.

Then his balls moved up, and liquid squirted in my mouth, as he yelled out my name, his hand found my hair and pulled, then pushed, as if he didn’t know whether he wanted to remove my mouth and hand, or keep me there.

I continued to fiddle with his balls and kept my mouth over his end until nothing was coming out and the pulsing slowed. I looked up, and he was watching me. His eyes were full of emotions I couldn’t place. I crawled up his body, kissing as I made my way to his lips, and then, as he had me, I thrusted my tongue into his mouth, and our tongues danced, and he took over, deepening the kiss.

Tank tried to reassure me that it was the best head job he had ever had, and although I like the sounds of that, I had my doubts. He would have had a lot of girls over the years, surely he had had better, but give me time, I will improve. It was my first time playing with his body and learning what I can do. Hopefully, I can do better.

“Sleep,” Tank whispered in my ear, snuggling me closer to him. I felt his warm body relax and his breathing slow, as sleep found him. I lay contented for a bit longer, thinking about what happened today, how I lost my temper, and I hate losing that, but the end was a great reward. I wondered what name they were going to give me and laughed to myself as I came up with silly ones, and I wouldn’t put it past them to provide me with something stupid.

The next thing I knew, I was busting for the bathroom, and I could hear the shower. Tank had already gotten up, and I hadn’t felt him leave. That was not me. I constantly stir, even if I don’t completely wake. I had to be completely zonked last night. Tank wore me out.

I climbed out, finding myself naked, and I paused, then giggled as I remembered why I was naked. I used the toilet and climbed in behind Tank, wrapping my arms around him from behind, being bolder than I have ever been.

“Morning.” He murmured, holding my hands to his chest, and looking over his shoulder at me.

He lowered himself a little bit, causing his shaft to slip from my hands, and he then did something I hadn’t expected: he put his shaft between my legs, he didn’t try to insert it, and slowly rocked back and forth, causing his shaft to slide against my core, giving me a new sensation. The friction was perfect.

“Faster,” I begged, as I felt the building need inside of me, how my core seemed to want something, I don’t know what, but I became very needy. Tank complied, picking up a little speed, but careful not to insert inside of me, our breathing became faster, as he rocked.

He was holding me steady, his hands on my back for support, as he kept control of the situation.

“Cum for me.” He croaked out, and as if permitting me was all I needed, I exploded in pleasure, shouting out his name, and thankful he was holding onto me, as my legs turned to jelly. I am positive I would have ended up on the floor. He groaned out my name as I felt his shaft throb, squirting his seed into the shower.

He lifted my chin and gave me a searing kiss before we both climbed out of the shower. It was the first time we had shared a shower like this, and I liked it, and it gave me a new pleasurable experience, which only makes me look forward to more showers together.

Tank grabbed a towel and made sure I was dry and covered before he took a towel for himself. He then grabbed another towel, moved me out of the bathroom, sat me on a chair, and started drying my hair. He was a little rough, but I didn’t complain; that he was willing to try was enough for me.

He kiss my nose, and left me to finish drying my hair with the hairdryer, a smile on his face, as he dried and got dressed, ready of by he look of it, time in the workshop, guess he going to help the guys with the bike checks since the camping trip, he was enforcing the men to take better care fo their bikes, he told them that his girl was not going to keep wasting her time, on their bikes, if the break down was because of poor maintenance, and trip preparation. I appreciated the sentiment, I didn’t mind doing it, but it did serve as a chance to remind the guys of keeping up on regular checks, even if it was to take it to Mike and have them go over it, before any long ride.