Eleven-and-a-half: A Fantasy Of Great Length by Ray Wilder

Chapter 30: Flashback

This is a work of fiction. All the characters, events and locations
portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons,
events or locations is purely coincidental.

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	Arnold went to the front door and rang the bell. A full minute
passed and no one responded. He rang again. Still no one answered. He
didn't know what else to do so he ventured around the back. A large fence
with thick wooden slats encircled the back yard which contained a
pool. There was a gate in the fence next to the garage which was slightly
ajar, so he went through it. He stepped around the back corner of the
garage and was about to call out to let his presence be known, but the
sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks. Lying on the diving board
of the pool was a young woman about twenty-one or twenty-two years old. Her
head was hanging over the end of the board and she had dark sunglasses
on. And nothing else. Except for a pair of earphones attached to a portable
cassette player. She was snapping her fingers to an unheard beat and
bouncing her ass up and down in time with her music. Occasionally she would
run her hand down across one of her breasts and fondle herself, causing her
nipples to become erect. Finally her hand strayed down to her crotch and
she began manipulating her clitoris.
	Arnold couldn't tell if she knew he was there or not because of the
dark glasses. He assumed she had her eyes shut, but wasn't sure of
that. She appeared to be putting on a show for him and enjoying it. Or she
could just be enjoying it. He decided to wait for the outcome.
	Her trim, nubile body tensed under the ministrations of her finger
and as the climax approached her writhings became more frenetic. The board
bounced more and more and several times she had to suspend her joys to
allow the platform to settle down so as to not loose her balance. Soon she
was near her moment of release and Arnold was sure she was going to cum so
hard that she would tumble into the water. Just at the last moment, though,
she pulled her hand away from her crotch, removed the dark glasses from her
eyes, the headphones from her ears and looked straight at Arnold. She
extended her arm towards him and crooked her finger at him, summoning him
to come closer.
	Arnold strolled over to the base of the diving board and stood with
one foot on the step leading up to it.
	"I've been expecting you. You must be Arnold."
	"You must be Suzanne. Do you always greet strangers like this?"
	"Your reputation precedes you. I was talking to my girlfriend back
home. . . our old home. . . and she recognized your name. She told me you
were a hunk, but words do not express... "
	Suzanne reached down and began manipulating her clit again, her
gaze locked firmly on Arnold's bulging gym shorts.
	"I hope I haven't kept you too long. I got held up at a gas station
getting directions here."
	"Is it true what they say?"
	"About what?"
	"About your cock. My girlfriend tells me it's ten inches long."
	"Nope."
	"I thought not. Stories like that have a way of growing. You seem
to have a lot there."
	"Yep."
	"How much?"
	"Not ten."
	"That's okay."
	"Good. Let's unload the car. I need to get going."
	"What're you? Queer?"
	"Nope."
	"You don't want me?"
	"I want you to show me where to put the stuff that's in the car."
	Suzanne became angry and drove her hand back into her crotch,
furiously stimulating her clit while she stared hungrily at Arnold's
bulge. Arnold just stood there and watched, leaning against the rail of the
board as the girl continued to pop herself off. She mewled and cried out as
her climax approached and it appeared she was going to cum just to spite
him. Her hips began to buck and her hand moved faster and faster until she
gasped and fell back against the board. Harder and harder she drove her
hips against her hand and finally she collapsed in exhausted relief.
	She sat up, took her earphones and cassette player and stepped off
the board.
	"Follow me."
	She went into the house, Arnold followed. Her ass swayed
deliciously in front of him. She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and
pointed up. Her breasts, firm and high, jutted their still erect nipples
accusingly at him.
	"Everything goes up into the second bedroom on the right." She
moved to him and grasped his large bicep. "You think you can manage?"
	A shot of electricity flew through his arm as she made contact. It
ran through his arm and shoulder and straight down to his cock which gave a
leap in his jockstrap. He involuntarily flexed his arm in reaction. Suzanne
took that as a hopeful sign.
	"Yes. I think I can manage. Your mother said you would drive me
down to the train station when I was finished."
	"No problem. I'll drive you."
	Arnold turned to the front door and went to get the stuff out of
the car. He had expected to find her gone when he returned but she stood
there, naked and, he had to admit, quite desirable, at the bottom of the
stairs as he passed with the first armful. He climbed the stairs and could
feel her staring at his back and ass. He went into the bedroom and set the
stack of boxes on the floor in the corner.
	The room was occupied by a large four-poster and a heavy bureau
with a lot of drawers and a huge mirror framed in solid oak above it. He
turned and studied his reflection for a moment and then decided to take the
shirt off. He threw the shirt on the bed and then flexed and posed several
times in front of the mirror, enjoying the way his body looked and felt,
and then went down stairs for the next load.
	Suzanne was still at the base of the stairs in her birthday
suit. She stared unabashedly at his huge chest muscles as they flexed and
bounced with each step he took. As he reached the bottom of the stairs she
reached out and stroked the belly of his left pec.
	"Two more pieces of clothing and we'll be tied."
	Arnold humpfed a laugh and headed for the car. Everything seemed to
be too big to carry more than one of comfortably. It looked like he was
going to be making a lot of trips up and down the stairs. He slid the next
box out of the tail gate and hefted it into his arms which swelled and
bulged with the exertion. He pulled the box to his chest and felt his
broad, muscular back flex and widen in response. As he passed the bottom of
the stairs with this load Suzanne reached out and stroked his right ass
cheek. Arnold had enough.
	He set the box down on the step above him and turned to the brazen,
naked woman.
	"If I had done that to you under other circumstances you would have
called the cops on me. What the hell gives you the right to presume such
behavior is permissible? I gave your mother a promise that I would help
unload the car, but if you keep this up I'll quit right now and let you
deal with the rest of the crap out there. Now get up stairs and get some
clothes on. I thought I was quite clear about my intentions. I have a job
to do and your mother said you would drive me to the train station after I
was finished. That's the extent of our agreement. Nothing was mentioned
about sexual favors or molestation. Now get out of here!"
	Suzanne was stunned. She had projected many things in her mind when
she had heard about Arnold from her girlfriend back home. She had prepared
herself for an afternoon of wild, uninhibited love-making. She had dreamed
of having his legendary cock stretch her cunt to limits she had never
experienced before.
	She had also assumed that, because he was into body building and
was such a stud, physically, that he would have nothing else on his
mind. In fact, she had assumed he would not have much of a mind to have
anything on. Weren't all those muscle-bound bozos the same? So she was
taken completely by surprise to find that this beautiful, hunky stud with
the huge bulge in his gym shorts could talk intelligently and had feelings
and emotions beyond the assumed repertoire of fuck and slug and beer.
	Suzanne silently went up the stairs. She stopped at the top and
turned to Arnold.
	"I'm sorry. I had thought that. . . you know. . . you just would
want to have sex. My brother was into weight lifting. All he ever talked
about was sex. You like sex, don't you?"
	"My third favorite thing."
	"Third?"
	"Yeah. Go get dressed."
	She turned and went down the hallway.
	Arnold lifted the box, again, and headed up after her. As he
arrived at the top of the stairs he saw her standing at the door to a room
further down the hall. She lingered for a moment, gazing at him longingly,
and then went into the room, closing the door behind her. Arnold shook his
head and dropped the box off with the first load he had brought up.
	He made several more trips, each time with just one large cardboard
box. They weren't necessarily heavy, but their size and shape made carrying
more than one at a time very difficult. He had no idea what was inside the
boxes, so decided not to risk an accident.
	On his fifth trip he encountered Suzanne in the hallway. She was
standing just beyond the door to the room he was delivering the contents of
the car to. She leaned against the door jamb. Arnold wished he hadn't told
her to get dressed. What she had on now was far more seductive and
devastating than nothing at all. She had, indeed, gotten dressed, but only
in the legal sense of the word. She had on a sky blue halter top which
barely contained her breasts. The sides of those delicious mounds of flesh
were exposed along the edges. Her nipples were still hard and jutted
against the fabric. She wore a very tiny pair of cut-offs which rode low on
her hips, hardly covering the top of her pubic bush. The legs were cut so
high that a good portion of her ass cheeks peeked out. Her stomach was flat
and firm, her legs shapely and strong. She had her dark brown hair pulled
up into a pile on top of her head which could only be described as studied
disarray.
	She wore a sultry, saddened look on her face which reminded Arnold
of a little girl who had just gotten a scolding. And, in fact, that's
exactly what she was. Well, not exactly a little girl, but the scolding
part was correct.
	Arnold moved passed her and into the room to drop off the box he
was carrying. When he turned to leave she was standing in the doorway, just
barely not blocking his way. He stopped and shook his head in
frustration. Sweat was beginning to accumulate on his body, giving his
muscles a glowing sheen which accented the details of his bulges. He tried
to pass through the door, but she refused to move. He thought of lifting
her out of the way, even made a move to do so, but then realized this was
exactly what she wanted him to do. The suddenly aborted movement made his
pecs flex for a moment and they jumped on his chest. Her eyes flashed
quickly to them.
	"Can you do that again?"
	"When I'm done."
	"You're very beautiful."
	"Thank you. You're staggering, yourself."
	She moved to him with a quickness that he was not prepared for. In
a flash she had her arms around his neck and her lips pressed hotly against
his. The kiss only lasted a second and then she was away and down the
stairs before he had the opportunity to protest or participate. But for one
fiery second, as her mouth had consumed his lips, her hand had grazed the
front of his gym shorts and gauged, as only someone intensely interested in
cock could, the length and girth of the contents of his jock strap. He was
sure she could tell he had been dissembling when she questioned him about
its length.
	When he reached the bottom of the stairs, she was no where to be
seen. He shrugged and headed outside. Several more trips were required to
bring in the complete contents of the car, and not once during that time
did Arnold see her. He began to worry that she had left, leaving him
without a ride to the train station or a signature to prove delivery of the
car.
	On his last trip down the stairs he found her waiting at the
bottom. He was relieved and started to head for the car to get the
signature sheet, but as he passed her at the foot of the stairs she put her
hand on his chest and stopped him. Their eyes met and locked.
	"Follow me."
	Without a glance back to see if he would comply, she headed back
towards the kitchen and then disappeared through a door under the
staircase. Arnold knew he shouldn't follow, but he had received that same
electric jolt when she put her hand on his chest. The door accessed a set
of stairs. Though the stairs were dark, there was light in the room
below. He descended to the basement and found himself in a long hallway
that extended to the left and right. Suzanne was halfway down the hall to
his left and was standing by a closed door. He walked that way and passed
several rooms with open doorways filled with various objects that ranged
from tools and gardening equipment to skis and archery targets and a snow
mobile. He came to the door Suzanne was standing beside.
	"What's your second favorite thing?"
	"Working out. Why?"
	Suzanne stepped away from the door and indicated that Arnold should
open it. He took the handle in his hand and turned it. The door swung out
into the hall. There was no light on inside, so he felt around on the wall
next to the door jamb. He found the switch and flipped it on.
	Light flooded a huge room, at least double the size of any of the
others he had passed. It was stuffed with weights and machines and enough
body building equipment to stock a small time operation. Arnold ran a quick
inventory of the gear and found nothing missing from his normal,
high-powered routine. He turned to Suzanne and raised a questioning
eyebrow.
	"This was my brother's. Like I said, he was into lifting weights."
	"You've mentioned him twice now in the past tense. Is he dead?"
	"Uh-huh. Went out drinking with a couple of his college friends one
night. Said he wasn't too drunk to drive and then wrapped himself and the
car and his three friends around a telephone pole. Mom couldn't stand
it. That's why we moved."
	A light came on in Arnold's head. The name Patterson. An accident
about a year-and-a-half ago. He remembered the incident.
	"Brian."
	"You remember."
	"Yeah. Homecoming weekend. He was back from college. Played on the
football team. We were playing your school that weekend. They almost
canceled the game."
	"He was a senior. Had just signed a pro contract."
	"I'm sorry."
	"Thanks. We didn't know what to do with all his gear. Mom couldn't
part with it, but she didn't know anything about it, so we just moved it
and stashed it down here. I come down and use some of it, but it's all a
bit too much for my needs. Every once in a while some friend will come down
and run through a couple of reps, but the space isn't exactly conducive to
long-term, sustained efforts like you're obviously used to."
	Once again she reached out and caressed the bulge of his
pec. Arnold quickly contracted it and made it jump in her hand.
	"Hmmm. Nice."
	She pressed her hand into the hard, swollen muscle, grinding the
palm against his nipple, causing it to harden. When she removed her hand it
popped out and hung at the bottom of the round bulge like a cherry ripe to
be picked. She leaned forward and stuck her tongue out to it, lightly,
teasingly brushing the tip of the nipple. Arnold responded by raising his
hands to her breasts and taking them. He encircled them with his huge hands
and did his own gauging. Although he had already seen them naked, he
enjoyed the experience of guessing their size and texture.
	"I love muscles. I used to watch my brother and his friends workout
on this stuff. They'd try and outdo each other and I'd sit watching as
their muscles grew and bulged. Lots of times they'd get really pumped up
and one or two of them would get big erections. Oooo, that feels good. Oh,
yeah. Once in a while one of his friends would come over alone and ask if
he could use the gear. I'd tell him he could, as long as I could
watch. They never objected and I'd sit over to the side and watch as they
worked out.
	"Occasionally one of them would ask me to help them with something
and I'd spot them or whatever. While they did the exercise I'd run my hands
over the muscle they were working on. I loved the feel of the
hardness. Ohhhh. Touch me. Can I feel your arms?"
	Arnold stopped fondling her breasts and flexed both his biceps for
her, his arms extended to either side. Suzanne ran her hands down from his
shoulders and over the huge bulges of his upper arms. She grasped and
squeezed and kneaded and stroked and caressed. All the time she was getting
more and more excited. Her breathing became more rapid and her actions more
frantic. She moved into him and pressed her crotch against his.
	Arnold figured there was no use in pretending. He wanted this
woman. Bad. He pressed his crotch back and his cock quickly grew. They
thrust against each other and could feel the other's heat through the
scanty clothing they had on.
	"What's your first favorite thing?"
	"Sex while I'm working out."
	"I want to fuck you while you exercise."
	Arnold moved to a pile of weights and quickly assembled a two
hundred-fifty pound barbell. He placed it on a stand, his huge arms
exploding as he lifted it. He then moved a bench into position beneath the
bar and laid down on it.
	Suzanne watched in rapture as the muscles of his body leapt and
bulged with each movement. None of her brother's friends had been this
developed. In fact she had never been this close to muscles like this. The
heat between her legs was getting too much to bear. She quickly unzipped
her cut-offs and dropped them to the ground. Her dark brown pubic bush was
already matted with her own juices. She pulled the halter top over her head
and threw it into a corner. As Arnold laid down on the bench she moved
between his legs and pulled his shorts and jock strap off in one movement.
	"Oh my God. I thought you said you didn't have ten inches."
	"I didn't say that. You asked if it was ten inches long. It
isn't. It's eleven-and-a-half."
	Suzanne dropped to her knees and began sucking the huge cock until
it was thick and rigid. All the time she kept saying "Oh my God!" over and
over again. Arnold watched and enjoyed her delight. He was looking forward
to a little pumping action, especially with this woman's hot cunt wrapped
tightly around his throbbing organ.
	When he was achingly erect he pulled her head away from his cock
and looked into her eyes. The pupils were dilated with ecstasy. He laid
back, grasped the bar and lifted the weight into the air. His triceps and
pecs expanded. He held the bar there for a moment, making sure that it was
secure and that he had it under control. When he was certain he was set he
raised his head to her one more time.
	"Fuck me. Hard. Fuck me."
	He lowered the bar to his chest and began a long, slow set of reps
which sent a burning through his body. Suzanne watched the first two reps,
her eyes riveted on the huge muscles as they went to work. Then she stood
up and straddled his pelvis, the gigantic shaft held tightly in her
hands. Even on her tip toes the head of his enormous cock still reached her
belly button. She bent it back towards her and lifted one foot up onto
Arnold's huge thigh. She was able to just get her cunt lips up high enough
to get over the head of his cock and then she slowly lowered herself onto
the hot, pulsing, turgid shaft of flesh.
	She was very well lubricated and the head slipped easily into her
vagina. The thick shaft pressed against the walls of her cunt and
immediately began sending thrills of sensation racing through her body. She
lowered herself down onto the length of it and several times had to stop
for fear that she was going to pass out.
	The combination of all the separate elements, the huge cock, the
bulging muscles, the moments of antagonism, the surrender to their
passions, the heaving of the huge weight, the sounds of his exertion, each
of these piled on top of one another until she lost track of what was doing
what to her. Within seconds her cunt was buzzing towards orgasmic
release. Wave upon pleasurable wave of unsurpassed sensation rushed up from
her center as her entire body was suffused with the warmth of her first
climax.
	Arnold felt her grab his cock and bend it down to the point of
being uncomfortable. He thought it would have been good to put something on
either side of the bench for her to stand on, but he had been too horny,
too in need of her hot cunt wrapped around his pulsing member to worry
about such amenities. He felt the head of his cock press against the lips
of her cunt and then it was inside. And then the top of his shaft was
inside. And then more was inside and he was pumping the barbell up and down
and his pecs and deltoids and triceps were swelling and blood was rushing
to them, filling them with the same sensation as when the blood filled his
rigid cock. He felt Suzanne slowly consume his cock and the vibrations of
her climax. He knew he was also close to cumming, but wanted to wait for
her to come around again.
	He placed the barbell on the stand again and flexed his now
throbbing muscles. Suzanne leaned forward and grabbed.
	"Oh, yeah. Squeeze my pecs. Squeeze 'em hard. Oh. Oh. Oh,
yeah. Ooo, you feel so good on my cock. So hot. So tight. So good. Fuck my
cock. Fuck me hard. Fuck me. Yeah. I'm gonna pump now. I want you to cum
with me. Okay?"
	"Hunh. Hunh. Hunh. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Cum. Cum. Oh, you're so
big. So big. Oh, cum. God. Big. Flex. Big. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh!"
	Arnold let her slide up and down his cock for a few more minutes
and then took the barbell again. He sensed she was nearing another orgasm
and wanted to time his own release to hers. Her motions became more frantic
and her cunt began clasping his cock with increased need as she bore down
on the massive prick. Juice poured out of her cunt and the air was
permeated with the smell of her sex. Arnold went for the final reps, each
cycle of the benchpress pushing his muscles to the limits of their
endurance. Both of their bodies were covered with sweat and Suzanne's
beautiful breasts bounced up and down with each movement of her body.
	Arnold pushed through one final rep and barely got the barbell back
up on the stand before his balls released their load of cum and sent it
flying up his shaft. Suzanne felt the approaching climax and the thought of
it was enough to send her rapidly over the top, herself. Her hand dove for
her clit and she rammed her finger up against the hard, protruding nub of
sensitive flesh. She immediately began gushing loads of climax juice as the
sensations of her cunt and clit overcame her and sent her whirling away,
her insides filled to capacity by this huge, beautiful man. She fell
forward and grabbed onto his magnificent pecs as she continued to ram her
cunt down on the hard, thick shaft. Her hungry mouth sought out his and
their lips meshed in a deep, soul-sucking kiss.
	Arnold's hips thrust against her as he forced the last of his
orgasm up his shaft. He wasn't sure just how long he had been doing this,
but it seemed to go on forever. The combination of the sensation of her
cunt wrapped around his steel hard cock and the effects of the workout had
stretched his senses to the limits. He was sure he was completely
drained. He wrapped his huge arms around her and kneaded and caressed her
back as they continued to kiss.
	Suddenly Suzanne sat up, the look on her face detailing the
substance of her thoughts. She wanted more. Arnold had no more to give at
the moment. She ground her cunt down onto the base of his cock which was
still imbedded deep within her. She began making circular motions against
his groin and grabbed her breasts and started twisting and worrying the
nipples which were already painfully hard and erect.
	"Fuck me again," she pleaded. "Fuck me. I want to feel you ram me
with this big cock. I love your big cock and your big muscles. Look at
these pecs. These biceps. They're so big and hard. Your cock is so big and
hard. Fuck me. Please."
	"I don't think there's anything left. I've already cum five or six
times today. Plus I had a busy night last night."
	"You're still hard. Please. I want you on top of me. I want you to
fuck me."
	She began moving up and down his shaft and Arnold was surprised and
a bit worried to find that he was, indeed, maintaining his erection. He
reached up and fondled her breasts along with her, his hands mingling with
hers, entwining, enfolding, enveloping her delicate fingers with his huge
hands. The look on her face begged for fucking. Her hot cunt grasped and
sucked at his marvelous member.
	"Let's go up stairs. If I'm still hard by the time we get there,
I'll see what I can do."
	Suzanne drove her cunt down on to his cock to her full depth.
	"Let's go," she said.
	"You'll have to get off me, first."
	"Not a chance, buster. I'm not giving you the slightest opportunity
to loose your hard-on. I'm going along for the ride. Come on, muscle
man. Carry me upstairs on your cock."
	Arnold flexed his groin muscles and his cock expanded inside her,
causing her to moan and press even harder with her cunt. He sat up on the
bench, wrapped his arms around her back and stood. He then walked over to
the corner where she had thrown their clothing and bent down to pick up the
discarded articles. All the time, Suzanne rode his huge cock. Different
movements he made put pressure on various points of her vagina, sending
waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
	Arnold dropped the clothing down between them and walked out the
door, into the hallway and up the two flights of stairs to the second
floor. All the time he walked he held her with his hands supporting her
ass. He would occasionally slip his finger into her cunt along his cock and
she would throw her head back and cry out in ecstasy. She held on to his
powerful biceps and was transported to a state of bliss by the feel of
those massive muscles as they flexed and bulged as they carried her weight.
	"Once, a few years ago, two of my brother's friends came over to
use the equipment. They had been over several times with him, but this was
the first time they had come alone. I answered the door and let them go
downstairs. After about a half hour I snuck down to watch them. They had
obviously been working out very hard, because their bodies were covered
with sweat. They were taking a break between reps and one of them was
posing in front of the big mirror we had along one wall. He was really
pumped up and his biceps looked like they were going to split the skin of
his arms.
	"The other boy got up and stood beside him and flexed his bicep as
well, showing that his was the larger. The other turned to look at him and
saw me in the reflection, standing outside the room. He turned to me and I
saw he had an erection. It wasn't nearly as big as yours, but it looked
painful the way it was pressing against his gym shorts. I bet you have that
problem a lot, don't you?"
	Arnold just nodded. He was fascinated with the thought of this
beautiful woman riding his cock and telling him a story as though they were
out for a walk in the park.
	"He looked right at me and flexed his bicep and asked me whose I
thought was better. I said I didn't know. He told me to come in for a
closer look. I went into the room and stood between them. Then I could see
that they both had hard-ons. I reached up and rubbed my hands over both
their arms at the same time and then down to their hard cocks. I told them
they were both very nice, but that I just couldn't decide.
	"I asked them why they had erections and one of them said that they
were getting excited by the way they both looked and felt. They asked me if
I was getting excited, too."
	By this time Arnold had reached the top of the stairs and was
heading down the upstairs hall. He stopped Suzanne in her story to ask
which bedroom to go to.
	"The one you put the stuff in. I told them I really liked the way
their bodies looked and one of them asked me if I wanted to see more of
their bodies. I said sure. They both looked at each other and then pulled
down their gym shorts and jockstraps. Their big cocks stuck straight out
and they were both very hard and dark purple. I said they looked beautiful
and they began posing for me."
	Arnold walked to the four poster and sat down on the edge of the
bed, Suzanne now on his lap and still enclosing his persistent hard-on. Her
constant touching and fondling, along with her story, was helping to
sustain his state of arousal.
	"Then one of them grabbed on to the other one's cock and began to
jerk him off. They both seemed to be doing something they did a lot. I was
getting very horny watching them and so I went to the first guy and started
sucking his cock. Before I knew it I was sandwiched between these two
muscular bodies with a cock in my vagina and one up my ass. They kept their
muscles flexed as they rammed against me and I think I came about three
times. Fuck me."
	She stood up and pulled herself off his cock. It was still very
hard and it pulsed and waved before her. She stared at it for a moment like
a cobra entranced with the snake charmer's flute, weaving back and forth
until Arnold was afraid she might loose her balance. He grabbed her by the
shoulders and guided her down onto the bed. She placed her feet on the edge
of the mattress and arched her back until her crotch was at the same level
as the end of his cock.
	"Fuck me."
	Arnold moved between her legs and pointed his thick cock at her
cunt.
	"Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Now. Please."
	Arnold moved forward and drove his steel-hard shaft into the parted
lips of her vagina. She screamed in ecstasy and pulled him to her with her
legs as he moved in. He leaned over her and she wrapped her arms around his
neck, pulling herself up to him and kissing him ferociously. Arnold crawled
up on the bed and turned so her head was hanging above the pillows. He
slowly lowered himself, push-up style, onto the bed until his body was
pressed tightly upon hers.
	Suzanne's crotch wriggled and thrust onto his mammoth cock as she
attempted to make the contact between her body and his as complete as
possible. Her hands were all over his back, exploring the wonderful details
of his muscular development. They searched out the various mountains and
valleys that appeared and disappeared with his every movement, delighting
in the strength of each muscle. As Arnold again lifted himself above her,
she allowed her grasp of him to slip away so that she remained on the bed
with his huge body suspended above her. His triceps and pecs swelled with
the effort and she ran her fingers across them, digging her nails in,
sending shots of sensation searing through his body.
	It suddenly occurred to Arnold this was the first time he had
actually had sex with a woman, alone, in a bed. He knew this was the way
that most people did this, but he had been involved with so many different
adventures over the past several weeks, that the opportunity to have sex in
this wonderfully normal way had never presented itself to him. He looked
down at the beautiful woman beneath him. Her face was radiant with sexual
arousal. Her breasts were firm and high on her chest, the nipples hard. He
lowered himself and took one of the buds of flesh in his mouth and gently
nibbled it. This threw Suzanne into a sexual frenzy. Her hips began to
heave violently as she became a maelstrom of sexual activity. Arnold
matched her fury and the bed creaked and heaved. The harder he thrust, the
harder she did. Her hands were everywhere, kneading, seeking, holding,
squeezing, digging, hitting, clutching.
	"Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh,
yes. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Harder. Oh, big cock. Big fucking
cock. Oh. Oh yeah. That's it. Oooo, don't stop. Don't stop. Oh, my God. My
God. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ah, ah, ah, ai, ai, aiee, aaaiiieeeee, hunh, hunh,
hunh. I'm cumming. Oh, God, I'm cumming."
	The two lover's bodies thrashed and bucked across the bed. At one
point Suzanne pushed herself over and rode his cock from above for a few
thrusts and then rolled back over so that Arnold was again on top. But the
intensity never diminished. Sweat coated both their bodies. Her breasts
bounced up and down, the nipples jutting out at their tips. Arnold's pecs
bounced and jiggled with each forward thrust and Suzanne reached up to cup
them, grab them, dig her fingers into them to experience the feeling of
their size and strength.
	Arnold had thought he would simply enjoy the act of making love
this way and bring her to an orgasm, but he soon felt his balls begin to
churn and bloat as they prepared for an orgasm of their own. He knew he
would have to put all his effort into this one and he soon lost himself in
the furious, flurried nature of their union. His head was thrown back, his
face strained to a grimace. His hips pounded away at the cunt which
hungrily absorbed his every assault.
	They were both reduced to loud, animalistic grunts as each forward
motion was met by an equally forward motion from the other. The grunts
became cries and the cries became screams growing in pitch and volume until
the room shook as their voices bounced from wall to wall.
	Finally Arnold could hold on no longer.
	"I'm cumming. Oh, shit. I'm cumming. Cumming!"
	"Yes. Yes. Yes. Cum. Cum!"
	Her vagina contracted with orgasmic tension, squeezing his cock
even harder. Hot, molten semen burst from the head of his cock and mingled
with the torrent of juices which flowed from her cunt. They pounded their
bodies together again and again as the fury of their sex continued
unabated. Suzanne's hands flew up around Arnold's back and her fingers
raked its broad surface. The additional stimulation shoved Arnold even
further into sexual abandon and he dropped down on top of her, grabbed her
shoulders and jammed his huge cock as deep as it would go into her. Suzanne
screamed once again and pulled him hard against her, her legs flying around
his waist, spread as wide as possible to allow him ultimate
penetration. Her head tossed back and forth on the pillow as the intensity
of this orgasm caused her to weep uncontrollably. Her hips continued to
thrust against him and the waves of climax rumbled through her body without
apparent relief.
	Arnold thrust his cock into her one final time and collapsed in
exhaustion. The moment he stopped moving, Suzanne passed out. Their hot,
sweaty chests heaved as they attempted to take in as much oxygen as
possible. Suzanne's hard nipples pressed against his pecs and he reached
between them with one hand and grasped the firm mound and stroked and
clasped it.
	After several moments, Suzanne's eyes flickered open and slowly
focused on the face above her. She reached up and stroked his chin, his
lips; she ran her fingers through his hair, across his forehead. His lips
slowly pulled back into a weary smile and she melted at its
beauty. Everything about him was overwhelming. She contracted her
abdominals to feel the size of him within her. No, it wasn't a dream.
	He raised himself up to full push-up position and let his now limp
member slowly slip from inside her. As the head dropped free of her she
emitted a little cry. So filled, now so empty. He rolled off the bed and
grabbed his clothing. Before putting them on, though, he turned once again
towards her and ran his gaze along the length of her naked body.
	Her arms were crossed over her head on the pillow on which she
lay. Her breasts rested high on her chest, the nipples still very hard and
erect. Her abdomen rose and fell with the steady rhythm of her breathing
and the dark brown pubic bush which he had so recently penetrated was
matted against her with the sweat of both their bodies. Her legs were still
making little clasping motions as she continued to stimulate her clitoris
and the outer vaginal lips. She saw the direction of his gaze and moved her
hand to her vaginal lips, spreading them with one hand and searching out
her clitoris with the other.
	Again she began masturbating before him. But where the first time
had been an act of defiance, this was done for him. She locked her eyes on
his huge, rope-like cock which hung heavily between his legs and proceeded
to whip herself into a final orgasmic frenzy. Her face contorted with the
effort, her breasts heaved as her lungs filled with air. Her legs fell
apart, exposing her full sex to him. After a few moments of this Arnold
could not control himself. Truly incapable of getting another erection, he
still felt the need to participate in this. He knelt at the edge of the bed
and moved his face to within inches of her crotch. He took her hands and
pulled them away from her and then moved in with tongue extended.
	"What are you doing?"
	"I want to lick you. I want to make you cum."
	"What do you mean?"
	"Haven't you ever had someone lick you here?"
	"No. You mean with your. . . Oh my God. Oh, shit. Oh yeah. What're
you. . . you. . . yessssssss!"
	His tongue touched her at the bottom of her vagina and slowly
licked the hot, blood-filled lips up to the top. He extended his tongue and
inserted it into her opening and rapidly extended and contracted it. Then
he used both hands to spread the folds of skin and he sought out her
clitoris. The instant he made contact, she screamed and grabbed his hair,
clamping her legs against the sides of his head and then throwing them wide
open as he pushed his tongue deeper. He quickly lapped and licked and the
nub slowly extended from its hooded refuge as it sought the satisfying
stimulation of his rapidly moving tongue.
	Her scent filled his nostrils and the strong aroma made him
light-headed. The fact that she had obviously never had anyone perform
cunnilingus on her made him even more determined and within seconds she was
moaning and thrashing her head back and forth.
	"This. . . this. . . yes. . . ooooo. . . lick. . . lick. . . yes!"
	His tongue attacked and caressed and licked and prodded her
clitoris until her hips began to thrust and heave off the bed. He couldn't
believe that someone who had apparently had so much experience with sex had
never had this done to her. It pleased him, greatly, to be able to offer
her this treat. After all, he was sure she would have found it equally
unbelievable that, until this very afternoon, he had never had sex with a
woman in a bed without anyone else around.
	Her hands traveled to her breasts and began to stimulate them. She
moaned and mewled and cried out when he did some completely unremarkable
thing which he would attempt to duplicate without ever attaining the same
results. He finally pulled back until only the very tip of his tongue was
rapidly brushing the tip of her clit. She arched her back and pushed
against his face, forcing her genitals into hard contact with his face and
tongue. Her fluid gates opened up once again and floods of cum juice filled
the area of her vaginal lips. He licked and drank everywhere which drove
her into a higher state of excitement. He refocused his efforts on her clit
and she cried out again and again as contraction after contraction was
triggered with each swipe of his tongue across her highly stimulated
clitoris.
	Finally she collapsed on the bed and begged him to stop. She had
been, it seemed, finally sated.
	"Thank you."
	"My pleasure. I can't believe you've never had that done to you
before."
	"Me, too. I guess you just have to know the right kind of
people. Is it always so intense with you?"
	"Pretty much. I figure if it's worth doing, it's worth doing
right."
	Suzanne stared into his deep blue eyes for a few moments and then
sighed heavily. Nothing her girlfriend told her had prepared her for this
intense experience. She had never been so filled and fulfilled. What a
cock. What a body. What a lover.
	"Is it all right if I clean up before we head for the train?"
	"Sure. There's a bathroom down the hall. Towels are in the closet
next to it."
	"I think I'd better do this by myself, if you know what I mean."
	"Okay. I've got a shower in my room. I'll see you when you get
out."
	Arnold pulled on his shorts. His cock hung well clear of the
bottom. He considered his jockstrap but figured it was only a few steps to
the bathroom. He walked to the door and opened it.
	Standing just outside the door in the hallway was a distinguished,
attractive woman in her early fifties whom Arnold assumed, correctly, to be
Mrs. Patterson. She had just been walking down the hall after arriving home
and had heard voices coming from the spare bedroom. She had stopped to
listen and was just about to open the door when it opened for her. The
incredibly well-built, well-hung, attractive male that greeted her eyes
stunned her. Arnold was caught too much by surprise to react and, finding
nothing else to say, introduced himself.
	"Hi. You must be Mrs. Patterson. I'm Arnold."
	"Hello, Arnold. Your cock is hanging out of your shorts."
	"Yes. Thank you. I was on my way to the shower and figured I was
just going to have to take it off again. . ."
	"I assume you're with my daughter."
	"Yes. Suzanne is here."
	"Why don't you go take your shower."
	"Thank you. See you in a bit."
	He turned back to Suzanne who was sitting on the edge of the
bed. She was trying very hard not to laugh, but when he shrugged his wide
shoulders and ambled out into the hallway, cock swinging, she couldn't help
herself. She burst with uninhibited glee.
	As Arnold went into the bathroom he heard Mrs. Patterson say, "He
seems like a very nice boy. Did you two have fun?"