The Hub: After Hours

Sorry it took so long for the second chapter, but it's here now, thankfully. Praise AND constructive criticism are welcomed and encouraged, so please click that link at the bottom of the story, and enjoy!

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UPDATE: I've rewritten this chapter completely, simply because I've read it again and wasn't happy about it. Hopefully, you'll agree with me this new version is a vast improvement, for those of you who have read the original copy.

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There, standing in front of Gwen under the spray of water, was, as she expected, Jack. That didn't shock her. What did, however, was that the cocky Captain was standing facing her, eyes closed and one hand planted on the stark, tiled walls so that he could stand with his legs planted wide apart, his other hand on a huge, 3 inches thick, 9 inches long shaft, vigorously pumping it, and all for her to see.

She couldn’t help but be shocked by the size. She’d never seen, let alone known someone with a member anywhere near that size, and that, coupled with the situation found herself in, almost inevitably lead to an extremely audible gasp, which reverberated hauntingly around the tiled walls. Jack's eyes snapped open. His hand decelerated, but didn’t stop altogether. A practically painful eternity of awkward silence followed, before Jack managed to find suitable words;
"Gwen," and then faltered, his usual wit and retort spectacularly failing him, the control over these sort of situations which he normally possessed, and which gave him his substantial self confidence, absent.
"Jack," was uttered breathlessly back by the raven-head, the same loss for words possessing her, though for slightly different reasons.

A second eternity followed after their brief interlude. This time it was in search of something meaningful, something more productive, to say.
"I wasn't expecting you to be here..." was all Jack could come up with.
"I left my phone behind. Came to get it back."
She said it emotionlessly, all feeling drained from her voice. Most of her energy was going into standing without her legs shaking, the rest going to her head to try and process the enormity of the huge manhood proudly standing less than a few metres away.

The captain spotted hers line of vision, and his eyes snapped to his member to share the sight. He practically pounced on the opportunity for conversation and loose his, frankly frightening, lack of surety.

"Enjoying the view?” he said.
"I didn't... Uh... I..." was blurted by the raven head in quick succession, all sense of speech gone in the shame of being caught.
"Well, Gwen. Nice view?" the full self confidence that was Jack fully returning to his voice.
Jack's cocky attitude seemed like the perfect escape. She was just as uncomfortable about being lost on what to do as Jack was, so she pounced on the opportunity like a predator on the prowl.
“It’s okay; I suppose,” she said, adopting the cheekiness and suaveness of Jack’s voice in hers, and adopting a tone of mock ‘I’m pretty underwhelmed’. “Seeing that I’m able to take in the lot...”
“Well...” retorted the captain, hesitantly at first, but then continuing with a sudden burst of determination, “I could argue you haven’t quite seen ‘the lot’. I’ve got far more to show.”
“Oh really?” the raven haired beauty inquired playfully, considering that maybe she was getting swept up in the moment. That, and other considerations about the wisdom of the situation, such as Rhys, though on the other hand a very persuasive voice in the back of her head retorted ‘why not?’:
“I think I just might need some more physical proof of that.”

Jack’s perfect retort to this regarding ability to accommodate was quickly silenced, however, with Gwen’s lips suddenly crushing his. It only lasted long enough to shut him up though, because she immediately moved down to her knees in an act of nymphomania that surprised both of them. She took a moment, just to try and comprehend the sheer enormity of both the thing that she was considering on making her new idol, and the way she was considering ‘worshiping’ it. Worshiping which she started by grasping his tool in first one hand, then the other, finding that even with both of her hand around the circumference of his shaft, her fingers only just met.

She could feel how soft the flesh she was grasping was, but the fact that it at the same time felt like she was holding a huge rod of solid iron only served to enthral her more. She adjusted her hands so they were at the top and bottom of his length, giving it a pleasurable squeeze before beginning to slowly pump the gargantuan member, collecting the copious amount of pre-cum leaking from the top of it until her hands were practically gliding over the surface.

This gliding continued as Gwen moved her head to the base of Jack's rod, allowing herself to fully appreciate the huge pair of balls which hung down, each larger than a tennis ball, and she couldn't help but notice the plumpness and fullness of them. Something which she tested by attempting to suck the entirety of one of them into her mouth, and when that failed, sucking and licking all over the both of them, leaving them covered in a glistening coat of saliva and their owner writhing and gasping in carnal pleasure.

She ended this by running her tongue up the considerable length until it rested at the peak of the bulbous crown of his shaft, which she then licked rapidly back and forth across the sensitive flesh, eliciting huge groans and cries of enjoyment.

“Gwen, where the hell did you learn to do this?” said Jack through ragged breath.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she replied cheekily, before positioning his shaft at her mouth, and swallowing the enormous head of it into her mouth, surprising and delighting the Captain yet again by promptly applying an almost magical corkscrew tongue. At the same time, she instituted a near industrial-strength vacuum with her mouth, combining techniques in a way Jack, even in his several hundred years of existence, didn’t know were physically possible.

“Enjoying yourself there?” she taunted him with, temporarily removing Jack from her mouth so she could enjoy adopting Jack’s usual domain of cockiness. “I’ll take that silence as a ‘yes.’”
She took another glance, and for a second time her eyes shot open.
“Bloody hell, Jack. I thought you were kidding. It actually has gotten bigger.” It had grown to now over 13 inches long and 4 inches thick, and somehow the steel rod had somehow gotten even harder, if that was physically possible. She couldn’t help but salivate and stiffen up in fear at the prospect of eventually taking him inside her, and boy, did she like that prospect.

Her eyes wandered back to his equally disproportionate balls, taking another feel of them, this time in anticipation of the load they contained for her. She surprised herself at how sluttish she was sounding in her own mind, but she found it hard to care when she had far bigger things to deal with.
At that, she placed the head of his shaft back in her mouth, reapplying what would soon become her legendary corkscrew tongue, moving her hands to start pumping the considerable amount of flesh outside her warm cavity.
“I’m sorry Gwen,” began the normally swaggering captain, through extremely ragged breath, “but with what you’re doing I’m just about ready to go.”
“Good!” she shot back. “Because that’s exactly what I want, and judging from the feel of those 2 puppies, I’m in for quite a treat!”, quickly punctuating ’treat’ with a redoubled effort, pulling out every tongue trick in the book and accelerating her hands to a near blur on Jack’s shaft.

All of which was quickly followed by Jack throwing his head back and groaning as the raven vixen at his knees being audience to one last, huge groan as she found her mouth flooded by his thick cream, which she savoured before gulping it down quickly, acting as if she had a fire hose pointed directly down her throat. All too quickly though, her desire to guzzle it all down was superseded by the overwhelming natural instinct to breeze, so she settled for pulling the end of his huge cock out her mouth and letting the rest of his considerable load spray on to her face.

When Jack eventually opened his eyes after recovering from what he would consider the best orgasm of his life (with the possible exception of that time with the mind probe on Talixia) he looked down to see perhaps the most erotic sight of his life: the black haired Welsh beauty looking up at him, the cocky smile lightening her features betraying (or in his opinion, enhancing) the bucket loads of cum plastered onto her hair and face and dripping down on to her neck and still clothed breasts.

“How on Earth, or for that matter, the galaxy, cum that much in one go” Gwen asked, slightly stupefied.
“Practice,” He began simply in his thick American accent, a playful smirk on his face. “And believe me, there’s plenty more where it came from, ‘cos we have a whole night ahead of us.”

Gwen couldn’t help but grin.

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