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Chapter 57. Bit of action, here...
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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Second Best
Part: 057
Universe: Second Best
Summary: A full-length novel that follows several young couples and their
families through the period immediately preceding their Senior Prom.
Keywords: mf MF rom oral
Keywords for full story: F-solo, Ff-inc, M+F Ffm MF mf oral anal bd D/s Mg-
inc Fm-inc mm mmf rom MF-reluc
Chapter 57
Late Saturday Night
At 11:30, suddenly Giannelli's went from deserted to crowded. Tim
wheeled up, and Denise and Eddie got out to deal with the 'parting on the
porch' ritual. Less than a minute later, Helen pulled up, just getting off
from work. Moments after THAT, Big Al wheeled up. All of this activity
caused some compromises to be made, the reasons for which might be unclear
unless each of the activities are examined separately, so...
Denise and Eddie stopped on the porch, and Denise turned and allowed
herself to drift closer to Eddie. "Thanks, I had a nice time."
"So did I," Eddie added his component to the drift, obviously angling
for a good night kiss.
Denise decided he'd earned it, and presented her lips, even parting
them slightly.
And Eddie lowered the boom. He drew her into a gently supported
embrace, hands all in 'G' rated locations, and delivered a searing, 500
megawatt kiss.
Now, Denise was the old hand at heavy petting, here; she had been in
the clinches with experts. All evening, she had been maintaining her
detachment, waiting for Eddie to initiate some physical attack. She was
thoroughly used to eight-armed boys trying to get under her blouse in three
places while attacking her crotch from two other directions, using kisses to
distract her. So when Eddie raised the stakes, the first thing she did,
almost unconsciously, was to inventory her surface area for threats.
Somewhat confused at the fact that detected threats numbered zero, she paid
serious attention to the kiss itself - and Eddie came right over the wall.
Because Eddie was concentrating ONLY on the kiss, and he wanted it to be
memorable in it's own right.
He succeeded. Detachment went out the window. Two seconds after the
kiss began, Denise was fully engaged, limp in the support of his embrace
except for the hand which had snaked around to cradle his head from behind
and make sure it didn't go anywhere.
When they came up for air two minutes later, it was largely due the
quiet sound of a throat being cleared in their vicinity. "Dears," Helen
asked quietly, "do you think you could move over a bit so I could get by?
It looks like I'm about to receive visitors..."
Denise opened her green eyes, but it didn't help. She found herself
falling into Eddie' hazel ones. "Mmmmm?" was about all the response she was
capable of generating.
Eddie resolved the problem by shifting his grip and picking her up.
While this did move one hand onto her ass, Denise's unconscious 'tentacle
detector' ascertained that it was necessary for operations and ignored it.
The surface layers of her mind were registering the action with a shock - he
didn't LOOK that strong...
Helen, intent upon getting indoors before Big Al got to the porch,
murmured, "Thank you, Dear," as she shot past. Once inside, she added, "Why
don't you two come inside where it's more comfortable?"
Denise murmured, "Mmmmm, you wanna?" Eddie nodded, their eyes still
locked. "Let's go talk to Timmy." Eddie turned and set off down the walk -
like he carried women everywhere!
Tim and Dolores had been filling in the time by necking. Tim had
freed Dolores' left breast from her tube top and was cupping it in his left
hand while he nuzzled her neck. Dolores, sensing an approach looked out the
passenger side window to see Eddie approaching carrying Denise. "Omigod!"
she gasped.
As Tim looked up, Denise turned her head and spoke, "Timmee! Can you
come back for Eddie? Pleeease?"
Tim's eyes met those of his younger brother. After a moment, he
shrugged and replied, "Yeah, I guess so." Turning his attention to Eddie,
he instructed, "Don't go nowhere, I might be a while!" At Eddie's nod, he
pulled Dolores to him and put the car in gear.
Dolores, inventorying her surroundings, announced, "Look at that,
Sugar!" and pointed at the driveway. 'That' was Big Al McCormick, in a golf
shirt (!) and Dockers (!!), carrying a bouquet (!!!) up the walk! Eddie
whirled, and the younger couple feasted THEIR eyes on the unexpected sight.
"I'll be damned! Momma's got company!" Denise mused.
Tim shook his head. "Gonna be another interesting evening!" he
murmured as he hit the gas. Eddie turned and began following Big Al up the
walk.
Big Al rang the bell. "Just a minute!" Helen responded from inside.
Eddie and Denise arrived at the door, getting a nod from Big Al.
Denise reached down and opened the door, and Eddie shouldered through.
"I've got him, Momma!" Denise called out, waving Big Al inside.
Helen called out from upstairs, "Dear, could you show Mr. McCormick to
the living room?" Denise didn't deign to reply - just grinned sardonically
as Big Al self-consciously parked himself on the couch. After a few
moments, during which Eddie managed to gracefully lower himself and his
burden onto the love seat, Helen bustled in, wearing her wraparound dress.
"Oh! Flowers!" she exclaimed. Big Al blushed. Undoubtedly, they were from
a supermarket - but the thought was obviously very much there. "Let me put
them in water..." As she took them, she kissed him on the cheek. Big Al
blushed, totally tongue-tied. He got up and followed Helen into the
kitchen, apparently dazed.
Denise and Eddie turned their attention from the antics of the older
generation to each other. "That was some kiss!" Denise murmured.
Eddie produced a hard grin. "It needed to be. You were entirely too
detached. Sooner or later, without any emotional commitment on your part,
I'd step over some line, and we'd be done. I needed to remind you that this
isn't a game!"
Denise grinned back, "Okay - you got my attention. I bet you can't do
THAT again!" Eddie locked eyes with her. Sometime soon after that, their
lips touched. At some point, she lost track of his eyes, her attention
being given over to the kiss. There ensued an undefined eternity when
Denise's universe was defined by the actions of their lips and tongues, and
the feel of Eddie's strong hands rubbing her back. When consciousness
returned, it was via those hazel eyes, now laughing gently at her. Denise
moaned. She had never been so aroused in her life! Yet, the feeling was
more romantic than sexual. She was incredibly worked up - but it was an
'urge to merge', not just a desire to have her vagina filled, and her
clitoris tickled. Eddie was rock hard - she knew this, she was sitting on
it - but he was making no demands. It was suddenly as clear as crystal to
her that SHE would come to HIM - and not vice versa. And despite her
promise to herself NOT to engage in sex with him on the first date, it could
very well happen tonight!
Eddie just smiled, shaking his head, and drew her back into that other
universe with his lips and tongue.
Helen located a vase and filled it with water and flowers. "I'm
somewhat surprised that you came," she declared, while arranging the
flowers.
A look of consternation flitted across Big Al's face, then he grinned
and shook his head. "You're sure a hard case."
"Mmmm?"
"Why do you insist on believing that no one could ever be interested
in you?"
"My track record..." she began.
"...is apparently ancient history," he cut her off. Surprised a how
close he sounded, she whirled. He WAS close. She found herself almost
pinned between him and the counter, looking up at him in surprise.
Big Al regarded her for a moment, smiled, and dropped into a dining
room chair. Then he reached out and gently took one of her hands, tugging
her to another chair at the table. As she seated herself, he asked, "So,
how was work today?"
"Fine," she responded, somewhat bemused by the change of subject.
Then a glint came to her eye, and she related, "Some pair of yahoos came in
at about mid-shift. One of them was incredibly aggressive - teasing me and
making all kinds of lurid suggestions. He even tried to feel me up, right
there at the restaurant!"
"What did you do?" Al grinned.
"I told him what time I got off..." Helen smiled lazily.
"And what does that make you?"
Helen quirked an eyebrow. "I dunno - a slut?" She frowned.
"I'd have said an excellent judge of man-flesh..." The frown
disappeared.
"I don't think he's coming, though..." Helen continued.
"No?"
"No. You can't be him - I thought you were, but you haven't said
anything rude, crude, or socially unacceptable since you walked in."
"Being rude, crude, and socially unacceptable is hard work! I thought
I'd let my hair down." Al smiled.
"Your 'hard work' almost embarrassed me to death!" Helen laughed, "The
girls were already giving me a rash - apparently I glowed, or something -
then YOU came in and removed all doubt!"
Al grinned, "Did your stock go up?"
Helen blushed. "Just a bit." She glanced around, self-consciously.
"Something to drink?"
"Sure."
"Coffee? Tea?"
"Whatever."
She got up and puttered around, pouring iced tea from a pitcher in the
refrigerator into a couple of glasses. When she placed it before him, he
picked up the glass and sipped politely.
"Don't like tea?" she asked.
"Not what I'm here for," he replied, mildly.
"What ARE you here for?" Helen asked, archly.
"Look at you. Hold your hand. Hear your voice. Kiss..."
"Oh, come on!" Helen interrupted, "Neither of us is sixteen, and I've
looked at myself in the mirror..."
"Goddamnit, Woman!" Big Al roared, leaping to his feet. "How many God
damned times am I going to have to tell you that there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING
wrong with you?! NOTHING!! And that there are an incredible number of
things that are RIGHT!!!"
Helen sat, open mouthed, pinned to her chair like a bug as he hovered
over her. "B-but..."
"But, nothing! Do you think everyone wants a swimsuit model? Maybe I
might like to have one for a night - if I didn't break her into little bitty
pieces!! But not for a week - let alone the rest of my life! Think about
it - even that shit-bird husband of yours hung around long enough to give
you two beautiful daughters! We had this same idiot conversation last night
and NOTHING HAS CHANGED!!" Suddenly he ran down, "Except that now I'm not
sure I can get along without you..."
Helen continued to gape, but wonder replaced fear as the primary
component in her expression. Big Al gathered himself, leaned down, and
kissed her tenderly on the lips. Tears began to leak from her eyes. "I
have to protect myself," she husked.
"That's fine. We've both been around the block, and we've both been
hurt a few times. But while you're PROTECTING yourself, see to it that you
don't DENY yourself," Big Al murmured. "I'm no fortuneteller. I can't
predict the future. We might not make it. But it won't be because either
of us is a poor excuse for a human being, in any way. And we can bring each
other a lot of happiness while we try."
Denise and Eddie, drawn by the commotion, faded back into the living
room. "Big night for romance," Denise remarked.
"Ya think?" Eddie smirked, drawing her to him. "Actually, I set off a
romance bomb - they were just too close to the blast."
"So THAT's how you did it!" Denise replied, feigning surprise, then
giggled as Eddie went to work on her neck below her ear. "Jeezus, Eddie!"
she squealed as goosebumps popped out all over her body, "I'm SOOO ticklish
there! You gotta stop before I pee my pants!" But she made no move to stop
him, thinking to herself, 'or cum!' Very quickly, she was gasping and
clutching at him, unable to hold still, but not really wanting him to stop.
Eddie smiled to himself, as he moved on to his next test location. Denise
was denying him nothing - but he still wasn't asking for anything not in
sight, either. There would be time enough when she came to him - he could
wait. He moved on to the next fully available erogenous zone, her gasps and
cries more than adequate reward for his efforts.
In the kitchen, Helen had risen to her feet, and they were clinched
and kissing. Al's big hands were rubbing her back, flanks, neck...but her
dress was still in one piece, and he hadn't wandered far. Helen was all
warmed up, but Al wasn't taking things to the next level! Finally, she
pulled back and asked, "Something wrong?"
Al grinned. "I'm waiting for," he began, then assumed a high whine
through his nose - his complaining female impersonation, "'All you ever come
around for is sex!'" Resuming a more normal tone, he continued, "I can't
defend against that one - of COURSE I want sex! But that ain't all! I
learned a long time ago that you can't prove THAT, though. I figured I'd
get it out in the open, too, while we're covering the bases."
Helen couldn't decide whether to get angry or laugh. Eventually, she
chose the latter. "Well, we kind of ruined things by having wild sex the
night we met!" she admitted, ruefully. "I'll just have to waive that one -
besides, I don't plan on giving up sex, anyway. Why complain if you're
getting what you want?" With that, she reached down and undid the outside
tie holding the wraparound dress together. The dress gaped open exposing
her left breast. Then she pulled the inside tie, leaving herself exposed
from head to foot. Al goggled. That the demure garment didn't cover a
brassiere, he had already determined; that Helen had foregone panties, too,
hadn't been made clear! She stepped forward into his arms, "Now, where were
we?"
Ten minutes later, Helen was in the same condition of undress as she
led Al, hand in hand, toward the stair. Denise was stretched out atop
Eddie, having discovered that it slowed down his inventory of her ticklish
spots. "We're going up to bed, kids - don't stay up too late!"
Denise struggled up and frowned. "Momma, you're making it difficult
for me to prove to Eddie that I'm not a slut!" she complained.
Helen regarded Eddie blandly, and declared, "She's not a slut."
Eddie shrugged, "I know."
Helen looked at Denise, "So what's the problem?"
"Oh, Momma!" Denise spewed exasperation. Turning to Eddie, she
swatted him on the shoulder, "And YOU!" She hung her head. "Besides, I am
- was, a slut." She looked up, brightening. "But I'm on the wagon!"
Eddie locked eyes with her. "I know." He pulled her face back down to
him.
It took - 30 minutes? 45? No one was counting, but at the end,
Denise's defenses were totally undermined. Going in, she was cynical,
detached, sure of herself, her power over men, her tools, and her weapons.
Love was a fiction that suckers deluded themselves with, or a best, a
prolonged urge to rut with a single individual. Only dimly did she perceive
the state that her sister had stumbled into, and while she was envious, she
misunderstood. Eddie destroyed her defenses by recognizing them for the
tissue paper they were, and by declaring his love for her. Oh, he didn't
say it aloud - he merely gave himself totally to her, leaving her with the
inescapable conclusion that love really did exist, and that she was a
recipient. The Denise that her father had locked away when he left those
years before found that her prison's walls had suddenly become
insubstantial, and walked out.
Eddie was not unaffected by the interlude, either. It was not an
exercise in cynical manipulation on his part, but a grand gamble. He bet
his heart and soul, and won - and lost - and was pleased with the results.
Tim had delivered Dolores onto her doorstep on schedule - but somehow
didn't leave. Padma had taken the late watch again, and nodded in
satisfaction when the pair arrived, then discovered that they just weren't
done yet. When fifteen minutes had elapsed and the pair were still clinched
on the porch, Padma sighed and opened the door. "Why don't you two come
inside?"
"Hmm?" Tim looked up, bemused, then escorted Dolores inside. They
started in again in the entry hall.
Padma watched for 30 seconds, then stamped her foot in frustration,
"Oh, go sit on the couch!" They did so, Dolores sitting on Tim's lap, and
Padma padded over to Marcus' recliner, intending to maintain the vigil. But
the recliner was too comfortable; Padma's eyes drifted shut, and in a few
minutes, she began to snore.
When she discovered that her chaperone was incapacitated, Dolores'
tube top became a decoration for her waist in one tug. At that point,
things got serious; the pair stretched out on the couch and started
loosening clothing, and serious exploration began.
Dolores was just plain hot. She wanted to feel Tim's cock again. She
undid his belt and zipper and reached into the fly of his jockey shorts,
extracting his already half-hard member.
Tim was holding up his end on Dolores' breasts. Diligent work with
his hands had both nipples rock hard and extended, and her aureoles mounded
and crinkled to half their normal size.
But the pair were primarily kissing, licking, and panting into each
other's mouths. Both had concluded that they were likely to be separated on
little or no notice, so serious sex was out, so they were going for the
experience of being just as far inside one another's skin as they could get.
They weren't necessarily as smart about it as they could have been;
each was somewhat carried away. Early on, Dolores reached up and collected
an afghan that was draped across the back of the couch, figuring that being
covered by it might give them a moment to get reorganized to the point of
plausible deniability - but they spoiled it by tossing articles of clothing
on the floor! Dolores' tube top went first, followed by Tim's shirt, so
that they could rub chests. A bit later, Dolores' capris got in the way of
Tim's hands one time too many when Tim tried to rub her ass through her
panties. Somehow, the panties stayed on, despite Dolores furiously mashing
her crotch against the underside of Tim's erect cock, and another episode
when she bit him on the neck muffling the scream that accompanied the orgasm
Tim provided her by sawing two fingers into her vagina in sync with rubbing
circles around her clitoris.
In the aftermath of that orgasm, Dolores began to relax, and the
kissing and caresses became slow and languorous. The peace, comfort, and
late hour conspired to lull both of them to sleep, Dolores collapsed atop
Tim under the afghan.
Eddie and Denise continued to make out while awaiting a pickup that
wasn't going to materialize. Slowly, they, too, began to relax into
slumber, in relatively the same positions, but with a bit more clothing
present.
And that's how the Vincent boys learned the joys of using a woman for
a blanket!
After saying goodnight to Denise and Eddie, Helen and Al climbed the
stairs to Helen's bedroom. On entry, Helen turned, and Al stepped into her
embrace. After a long, slow kiss, Helen murmured, "Here you are in my
bedroom again," smiling.
"Seems like it's been forever," Al replied.
Helen's eyebrows shot up. "It was LAST NIGHT!"
Al grinned fiercely, "Yeah, and I had to wait ALL DAY to come back!"
Helen hugged herself against Al's hard muscles, then stepped back and
began divesting him of the clothing that was suddenly an irritating barrier
between them. Al stood still and let her, sensing that that was the way she
wanted it. She undid his belt and unzipped his Dockers, then extracted the
tail of his golf shirt. Al raised his arms to assist in its removal. Helen
dropped to her knees to handle his shoes, and realized that he had come
prepared; the heavy work boots of the night before had been replaced by
black loafers, easily retrieved. Indeed, he had kicked them off while her
attention was elsewhere. Helen contented herself with sock removal, then
reached up to shuck off the Dockers, taking his briefs with them. Al
stepped out of the puddle, prepared to escort her to bed, but Helen had
other ideas. Face to face with his cock, she decided that it was time to
get to know it better. One hand on the shaft and one hand gently cupping
his scrotum, she leaned in and buried her nose in his crotch, inhaling a
huge noseful of male pheromones, mixed with a little sweat. Her heart rate
increased, and she was more than ready to continue as she skinned back his
foreskin and gently manipulated his testicles, while wetting his ball sac
with wide laps of her tongue.
Big Al gasped, and his penis went from merely rigid to an iron bar in
an instant! That had to be THE most erotic thing he had ever had done to
him! The sensations generated by Helen's soft, wet tongue wiping across his
scrotum were absolutely incredible, and his hands shot down and cradled her
head softly. Finding her hair still tied back, he fought to maintain the
level of attention required to extract the hairpins and the elastic,
releasing it, then worked his hands through it, massaging her scalp.
This surprised and delighted Helen, whose scalp was sensitive, and,
approached properly, was an erogenous zone. "Mmmmmm," she groaned, as she
backed off a bit and began laving Al's shiny glans with her tongue.
"Ah, God!" Al gasped, throwing his head back, totally lost in the
sensations. Helen began running the flat of her tongue up and down along
the underside of Al's glans, working the most sensitive spot on his entire
penis, and he knew he was lost. "I've got about ten more seconds!" he
gasped. Helen locked eyes with him, formed her lips into a tight O, and
slowly sucked him in. Al started hopping from foot to foot, trying dimly to
figure out where he was going to ejaculate, when Helen removed any doubt
about where she wanted it by reaching around, planting both palms firmly on
the cheeks of his ass, and pulling him into her mouth. Al's thighs began to
shudder, his eyes rolled up and he jetted sperm like a fire hose. He didn't
say anything; he couldn't - he'd stopped breathing. Helen counted eight
pulses, and was hard pressed to keep up - but she enjoyed the exercise
thoroughly. It had been a long time since she had seriously worked a man-
cock, and Big Al's enthusiastic response warmed her heart. The taste of
Al's semen awakened fond memories, too.
Helen relaxed her grip on his asscheeks, and Big Al stepped back,
extracting his now overly-sensitive member from between Helen's WONDERFUL
lips. He dropped to shaky knees and kissed her deeply, ignoring the taste of
his leftover spunk, then muttered hoarsely, "Get up on the bed, Hon. Hang
your legs over the edge." Helen did as she was bid, watching through the
valley of her cleavage as he knelt up and approached her. She expected him
to drive his still solid erection into her, especially when he picked up her
legs and spread them, bringing her thighs back alongside her huge breasts.
Instead, he knelt and began worshipping her womanhood with his lips and
tongue.
First, he laved her from anus to clitoris with a wide swipe of his
flattened tongue, causing her to leap twice - once as he passed over the
crinkled after aperture, and once when he came into contact with her already
erect bud. Then he began working at her labia, sucking the thin, narrow
lips individually between his own and working his lips and tongue across
them. Helen's pudenda became rapidly swollen, infused with blood, and the
liquid nectar of her arousal began collecting everywhere. Al began
collecting it, running his tongue along the pink channel between the now
wide-open lips. The taste was wonderful, fresh - she could have been 16.
Al began rimming Helen's vaginal opening with his pointed tongue, causing
her to throw her head back, closing her eyes and breathing hoarsely through
her nose. Mindlessly, she grabbed handfuls of the bedclothes, and began to
roll her hips, totally caught up in the sensations pouring along her
electrified channel. Al added an occasional rapid snap of his tongue at her
clitoris, and soon after he began to feel the gathering muscular tension
that he knew heralded her orgasm. When she started pushing against him with
her legs, unconsciously trying to bow her back and drive her mound into him,
he suddenly shifted targets, settling his lips over her clitoris to hold it
in place while he battered it with his tongue.
Helen froze. Her eyes bugged and she screamed at the top of her lungs
as every nerve ending in her body ignited in orgasm. Al hung on for dear
life as she surged against him again and again, her entire pubic area
flexing to the massive pulsations passing through her vagina and anus.
Finally, after 2 and a half minutes, she collapsed, and moments later,
weak arms brushed ineffectually across Al's sandy hair as she whimpered, "No
more, please...please..."
Al smiled, knowing he'd given as good as he'd got.
A moment later, he had crawled up next to her and laid on his side,
gently caressing Helen's flanks. She reached up and drew him down to her
for an indolent kiss. "That was very nice," she murmured.
"It was meant to be," he rumbled. "So was what you did for me."
Al draped his right leg over hers. One of the side effects of this
change of position was that his semi-erect penis draped itself across her
lower belly at the top of her mons. Helen enjoyed the feel of the warm
shaft on her skin, and reached down and began softly stroking the upper
side. It twitched, as if it were an independent organism, enjoying her
caress. Al enjoyed it while basically ignoring it. He was busy memorizing
the feel of the curve of her rounded belly, tracing the transitional area
where her breasts attached to her chest wall, and tracing the flow of
muscles in her neck and shoulder. Periodically, he would unearth an
erogenous zone, and mark it in memory for later exploration.
"This is the second time in two days that you've occupied my bedroom,"
Helen murmured.
"Want to use mine?" Al replied, grinning.
"Is it clean?"
"Reasonably."
"I was just wondering," (he felt her tense) "how often..."
"Regularly. Whenever I can. Until you run me off." Al's hands
detected Helen's relaxation. He continued stroking her for a few moments,
then, "Of course, things will have to change, eventually," he rumbled.
Again, he felt her tense. "It's a real pain in the ass having your woman
one place and your clothes another." The tension peaked, then went away,
replaced by a different type.
Helen arched her eyebrows. "So, I'm to be 'your woman'?" she
challenged.
"This is a problem?"
"Do I have any say in the matter?" The mock indignation continued.
Al took a moment to assess his options, then: "No."
Helen's eyes flashed. "How many women do you have in you stable?" she
demanded.
"At present?" Al examined his nails, "...One." A short pause, then:
"That includes the current candidate. I've never seen fit to keep more than
one, and the position's been vacant a while."
Helen blinked. The levity had disappeared at some point in the middle
of this declaration, and the big man refused to meet her eyes. "Are there
any benefits that come with the position?"
Al looked up, and his eyes crinkled, "Hell, no! You have to put up
with me!"
"So, are you going to warn me about your vile habits, or do I have to
discover them for myself?
"Huh! If I TOLD you, you'd run from the room screaming!"
"So how do you define this role of being 'your woman'?" The arch look
was back.
"It's kinda broad, and vague - but you're it, already. It's probably
mostly between my ears. Theoretically, you can get out of it, but it's
gonna take serious effort - a restraining order or something."
"Speaking of the law..."
"If you're asking me if I'm gonna make an 'honest woman' of you, well,
we've both been around the block and have the scars to show for it. Good
sense says we should sit back a while and make sure we can put up with one
another - so gimme a day next week, and I'll come around and bend the knee."
"You'll WHAT! You're INSANE!" Helen hugged him fiercely.
"I didn't say I HAD good sense..." Al murmured.
They started a kiss that soon became a serious tongue duel. When that
broke, Al leaned over and collected a mouthful of nipple to work over.
Helen sighed and cradled his head initially, then began to wriggle and to
caress everything she could touch on him in an effort to encourage further
effort on his part. When Al had elicited the maximum amount of quivering
attention from Helen's left nipple, he shifted to the right, bringing forth
another moan of delight.
Helen couldn't hold still. Her nipples appeared to be connected to
locations just inside the outer ring of her vagina, and it was driving her
nuts. She began stroking Al's penis with her left hand, while caressing his
back with her right, occasionally unconsciously dragging her nails across
the smooth skin covering the rolling plain of flat musculature. Al swapped
back and forth, maintaining the sensitivity of both of Helen's giant
nipples, keeping them long, erect, and throbbing atop crinkled mounds of her
quivering aureoles. Gasping and thrashing, Helen began to rub the helmet
head of Al's cock against her clitoris, then slide it along the opening
between her now distended lips.
Al took the hint and rolled onto Helen, bracing his upper body on his
elbows. Once he was in position, Helen picked up both legs, bending at the
knee and placing her feet flat on the mattress. Thus positioned, she
positioned the head of Al's cock at her entrance, and moaned, "Now!" in an
urgent whisper.
Big Al made the delivery, slowly sinking his cock into Helen's burning
tunnel. Helen's eyes lost focus. "Ohhhhhhhhhmmmmmm..." she moaned, as she
focused upon the sensations of being filled with cock flesh. Al contented
himself with a sharp hiss as the rippling folds of her vagina sheathed him.
There was no interference and he sank to the hilt in her well-lubricated
passage in that first stroke. Once buried, he held himself still for a
moment while they both savored the luxurious feel of their joining, then,
sensing Helen's urgency, slowly began to stroke.
Initially, Helen tolerated the low speed attack, reveling in the
ability to catalog sensations that it afforded. But soon more urgent needs
manifested themselves, and Helen wrapped her legs around the backs of Big
Al's thighs and began rising to his strokes, dictating a new, faster rhythm.
Al obliged, and began long-stroking - withdrawing until the ring of muscle
at Helen's vaginal opening captured his glans, then driving forward to the
hilt. Helen continued to rise to meet him, gasping and moaning, rolling her
head from side to side as the sensations overwhelmed her. She began to
clutch with her legs as he reached the end of the out-stroke, adding impetus
to the in-stroke that ended with him buried and bashing his pubic bone into
her highly sensitized clitoris. Al again took the hint and began a series
of pounding, trip-hammer strokes that smashed powerfully into and over her.
Helen took a dozen of these before she could hear nothing but the blood
roaring into her ears and began to feel the pull of the first wave of her
climax. She dropped her feet back onto the bed and began to arch, moaning
"OOOOOOOOOHHHHHH...GOD!" Al adjusted for the minor change in position and
continued to rain hammer blows upon her sex as she began to thrash, her eyes
rolling. The wave broke, and Helen's vagina began wringing Al's cock,
pulsating madly. Al found that he could not maintain the tempo against the
vastly altered resistance; instead, he rode the waves of pulsations in and
out, doing the best he could. This actually improved things for Helen, once
again allowing her to experience the whole surface of his fleshy ram as
various parts of her vagina clutched at him. The waves of contractions in
her crotch were echoed by the waves of sensation washing over her overloaded
nervous system as she was carried away by the force of her orgasm.
Al held out for a few moments, but the sensations and the excitement
engendered by her orgasm were his undoing, and he exploded inside her,
firing huge wads of semen at her cervix, moaning through his clenched teeth
as his vision whited out.
After a moment, Helen collapsed back onto the bed, pulling Al with her
at their joining. Al remained draped atop her, boneless, while he caught
his breath. He kissed her and nuzzled her neck and shoulders until she
nodded off, then reached out to turn off the bedside lamp and drift off
himself.
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