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

Chapter 16: 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.

Copyright © 1996. All rights, implicit or implied, except for
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	Arnold and Sam sat Mr. Ridell on the bench just outside the shower
room then Arnold began to undress Samantha, taking the bottom of her
T-shirt and lifting it slowly over her head. Underneath this was a work-out
bra that held her breasts tightly in place. This he raised over her head as
well, revealing her beautiful breasts; cone shaped and standing out proudly
from her chest, the tips of them covered with large nipples that
immediately rose to erection as they came in contact with the cooler
air. Arnold stared at them, drinking them in. He had never had breasts this
mature within his grasp before. His eyes flicked momentarily up to Sam's
face. She nodded in encouragement, the look in her eyes reminding him of
the lesson just learned out on the gym floor.
	Arnold reached up with one hand and tentatively ran his finger tip
down the slope of her right breast, tracing the inner edge down into the
cleavage. As his hand moved under the breast he cupped it in his palm and
raised it up to his waiting mouth. His tongue snaked out from between his
lips and touched the very tip of her erect nipple. Her short intake of
breath momentarily startled him, but a quick glance up, their eyes meeting
and locking, told him that he was doing fine.
	He slowly circled the nipple with his tongue, growing a bit more
insistent, a bit more bold each time around. Finally his tongue spiraled in
again, but this time he withdrew his tongue, parted his lips and took the
nipple into his mouth. Sam purred with pleasure as the sensation spread
throughout her body. His kiss became more persistent until he had worried
the nipple into an aching state of erection. He sensed she had reached some
sort of plateau and so moved over to the other breast, repeating the
process. His tongue traced the inner and outer reaches of both breasts,
sending thrills of passion ringing through her body. She raised her hands
to his head and ran her fingers through his long brown hair. As she became
more captivated by his ministrations her hands roamed down to his neck and
out to his broad shoulders. She caressed his deltoids and upper arms,
dragging her fingernails slowly, gently, across the taut second skin of his
shirt. Her fingertips worked their way up under the shirt sleeves and she
began to knead the firm muscles beneath.
	He sensed she was eager to touch his bare skin and stood back
up. She ran her hands down his sides and pulled the bottom of his shirt up
over his head with the same slow movements he had removed hers with. As he
raised his arms over his head to allow her to remove his shirt she stopped
for a moment, taking in the massive physique before her. His skin was fresh
and clear. His arm pits sprouted small tufts of hair that seemed almost
lost in the vast expanse of muscle that faced her. She brought her lips to
him and slowly kissed each armpit, reveling in the heady odor of his
body. She knew they were going to shower together so she wanted to take the
opportunity to gather as many smells of him as he could. She made a point
of smelling several areas of his chest and arms, hoping that when it came
his turn he would not overlook this important sense.
	 She drew the shirt the rest of the way over his head and he
dropped his arms to his side. His pecs were round and pronounced, pumped up
from the afternoon's work-out. She traced his nipples with her fingernails,
occasionally pinching them just a bit, enjoying the small mewls of pleasure
which escaped his lips. She placed her own lips on each nipple, sucking
them into her mouth, her tongue teasing them, quickly flipping back and
forth across them. He tensed with each lash of her tongue and his pectorals
became larger and larger as he flexed them in reaction to her
attentions. He had never experienced anything like this, had never realized
that his own nipples could be such a center of pleasure.
	She thrilled at the feeling of the huge, smooth muscle beneath the
skin. She ran her hands over his pecs and then traced her tongue along the
line where they curved under to meet his abdomen. As she did this he
released a sigh that vibrated with sexual energy. She could tell they were
both reaching a state where neither of them were going to have much
control. She decided she had better steer their actions towards getting the
rest of their clothes off before they got too involved and forgot about the
rest of their bodies. In the back of her mind she remembered this was
supposed to be a learning experience for their young friend.
	Sam stepped back and studied the beautiful body in front of
her. She also allowed him to do the same. She hoped he was able to absorb
what was happening on several different levels so he might be able to use
this experience to his advantage later on. She could see he was watching
her every move, tuning into the smallest nuance of her actions. If he were
able to continue that for the rest of this afternoon she was sure that this
would, indeed, be one that none of them would forget. She waited.
	It was his turn. He ran his eyes over her body, drinking in the
mind-boggling sight. His brain was flooded with a torrent of sensations,
and he tried to assimilate all the information it was taking in, but after
a while, gave up and decided to sort it all out later. He leaned forward
and placed his face on the top of her head and breathed in deep, taking in
the smell of her hair.
	She smiled to herself. "He learns fast," she thought.
	His hands ran through her long bundle of hair then removed the band
which held it in place. She reached behind her neck and raised up her arms,
spreading her hair out in a golden fan as it slipped over them. When she
had extended her arms straight up he leaned down and took in the thick
aroma of her armpits. He realized how important smell was to sex and vowed
to take in as many of her smells as possible.
	There was one smell which kept attracting his attention. He wasn't
sure where it was coming from but thought that if he moved around enough he
would be able to zero in on it. He started to breath in deeply through his
nose, moving his head from side to side, up and down, coming closer and
closer to her mid-section. He discovered it was coming from her crotch. He
slowly pealed her shorts away, revealing the tuft of blonde pubic hair just
below her flat, muscular stomach. He took a moment to study her belly
button, worrying it just a bit with his tongue. The reaction he got was
pleasantly surprising and so he renewed his efforts which were rewarded by
a wonderful purring sound emanating from her throat.
	She had hoped he would take the initiative to remove the rest of
her clothing. Sometimes young men reached this stage and became nervous, a
kind of performance anxiety. If they went any further than this they were
committing themselves. What if they weren't able to perform? Or they might
end up looking foolish. The fact that he had set off on his own here was
encouraging. He didn't have any expectations of himself or her. He seemed
to be going from moment to moment, gathering the experience as he went. His
brief foray into her belly button told her he was not aiming for a
particular goal, but was taking time to be open to as much as possible. She
loved having her bellybutton kissed.
	Having pulled her shorts down this far the thick, deep odor he had
been seeking came pouring out. This was the most intense thing he had ever
smelled. It rang in his head, triggering thoughts too complicated to make
sense of. Images and feelings flashed through his mind. He suddenly felt
like some animal, chasing through the brush on the trail of an odor so
strong he could actually see it. Its power driving him beyond his
control. The basic mating instinct had driven all his ancestors before him,
down through the millennium, and was moving his actions in the same, if
subtler, ways. He pulled her shorts the rest of the way down her muscular
legs and the smell made him collapse to his knees in front of her. She
spread her legs a bit and he knew he has being invited in. This was the
place he had heard of so many times. That mythical spot where a man's
dreams and desires were fulfilled or destroyed. He was at the gateway to a
great mystical palace, its secrets about to be revealed to him. Would he be
up to the challenge of the sphinx?
	Sam sensed his hesitation and hoped that he wasn't going to choke
up on her now. She was so turned on that the inner surfaces of her thighs
were damp with her flowing juices. Thoughts of his massive cock, so
recently ensconced in her mouth, made her wet with desire. She spread her
legs a bit more, inviting him to explore. She had thought that, perhaps, he
had gotten this far with a woman before. But it appeared that he was not at
all familiar with the lay of the land. If his inquisitiveness continued to
thrive however, she had no doubt he would be able to work through this
puzzle as well.
	Arnold raised his hand toward her pubic hair, listening very
carefully to her breathing pattern. He ran his hand up her leg, the muscles
tensing seductively in response to his touch. The closer he got to that
golden mound the more rapid her breathing became. He sensed he has doing
this right and was rewarded with a deep sigh as his hand reached its
destination. The hair was thick and wiry, not at all like the hair on her
head. He ran his fingers through it, combing it up out of the way so as to
see beneath it. He then traced the outer boundaries of it, ending where it
thinned out and disappeared between her legs. This was the moment he had
been waiting for. The feeling of a woman's vagina had been explained to him
by his friends many times. He longed to experience the soft lushness he had
been told about. He also longed to see this "clit" that was talked about so
reverently. He wasn't quite sure what he would be looking for; reports from
the front had brought back conflicting information. In fact, he was
starting to doubt the veracity of the messengers. It was quite possible
some of them had never really gotten this far.
	She now sensed his resolve, thrust her hips forward to once again
invite further explorations and hoped he would be patient enough to
discover all her secrets. Her own first sexual partners had never bothered
to look for, much less touch or directly stimulate, her clitoris. They had
equated sex purely with the idea of ramming the shit out of her privates,
squirting a teaspoon of cum inside her and asking her if it was as good for
her as it had been for them. She had hoped, on those occasions, that it had
been as bad for them as it had been for her. She was sure, though, that
Arnold was going to be very different. His sense of exploration and
attention to her own reactions was an encouraging sign. She just wished he
would figure out where to put his finger.
	The gap between her legs seemed the place to go. He ran his finger
down into the crevasse, coming suddenly into a moist hot area that sent
tingles through his mind. It was so soft, so pliant. The folds of flesh
enveloped his finger as he slowly explored the area. Every time he moved it
sent another shudder of pleasure through Sam's body. Her legs parted more
and he reached further in.
	She thought he might not go back far enough and would miss her
opening. He was so tentative, so shy with his search. She knew this was out
of respect for her anatomy, but her patience, that thing she had lectured
him about out on the gym floor not fifteen minutes ago, was wearing quite
thin. Suddenly his finger was lodged inside her and a joyful explosion of
emotional release ripped through her body. She ran her hands over her
breasts and abdomen, sustaining the thrill of his actions.
	He suddenly found a place where the whole world seemed to sink into
oblivion. He moved his finger toward it and found it buried up to the first
knuckle. She moaned. He moved in a bit deeper and she moaned again. He
looked up to her for confirmation that this was the right thing to do, but
her head was thrown back, her eyes shut, her hands roaming over her abdomen
and breasts, stimulating them.
	The thought suddenly occurred to him, "What if this wasn't what I
thought it was." He could be on his way up her ass, instead. Then he
thought about his own asshole and realized if this was hers, she would have
a hard time keeping everything from just flowing out whenever it wanted
to. He was relieved and renewed his explorations, taking his cues from the
deep moans she made each time he moved his finger. He pulled out and
started to explore the area in front of her vagina. He spread the wonderful
loose flesh and peered up under the bush of pubic hairs until he saw what
he thought looked like a small nugget of skin. Slowly, careful to make sure
that his finger always remained moist, he moved towards this tiny
nodule. If he was right, and if the reports were accurate, one touch of
this small button would send her swooning into orgasm. His finger brushed
nearer and nearer. Her breathing became shorter and shorter in
expectation. He touched it. She let out a small cry. Not quite what he had
expected, but it definitely seemed to have an affect. He touched it again,
lingering a moment, rubbing it. This time the small cry was accompanied by
a shudder. The small bud began to grow. He realized it was actually hidden
beneath a hood of skin and pulled it up to reveal the entire thing. He then
had a thought. If sticking his tongue into her bellybutton had such an
affect on her, imagine what sticking his tongue in here would do. He moved
his mouth closer. Just before he stuck his tongue out he breathed in
deeply. The smell made him swoon, exhaling hot breath directly on the
surface of her mons. She moaned and her knees weakened. He breathed out
again and she said "Oh, my God!" He stuck out his tongue and touched the
small nub. She grabbed the sides of his head, hissed a long, sibilant "yes"
and sank to the tiled floor.
	Sam spread her legs wide, knees bent, and entreated him with her
gaze to continue his oral discoveries. Arnold darted his tongue again and
again at the small nodule, each time eliciting a moan or sigh or some
comment which emboldened him. He tried to keep the verbal responses coming
but couldn't seem to find a corollary between what he did and how Sam
reacted. After a while he gave up and just enjoyed the overall pleasure
which he knew he was giving her.
	One thing was obvious. There was a direct connection between her
level of pleasure and the amount of wetness. Every once in a while he would
send his finger back into the deep cavern and would be surprised at the
amount of juices flowing in there. Her reactions kept increasing and he
found that a kind of cycle was being formed. The more he licked, the more
she moaned. The more she moaned, the more he was driven to lick. He knew,
from his own experiences with orgasms, where this was all leading, but try
as he might, he couldn't quite figure out where this huge erection he was
sporting came into the picture.
	Time and again Mr. Ridell had told him how happy this huge cock of
his was going to make the women of the world, and he knew there were an
awful lot of women who had expressed a desire to experience his erection,
and he had a fair idea that, when it finally got around to being the right
time he was going to put his raging hard-on up that wonderful hole he had
been sending his finger into. All these things he knew. What he couldn't
figure out was when it was supposed to happen. Would she tell him? Would
some secret compartment in his brain open up and announce to him, "Now,
dummy!"? He was afraid he was going to miss his opportunity completely. Or
worse yet, get it wrong and this whole wonderful experience would
disintegrate into a huge moment of embarrassment.
	He wasn't going to worry about it at the moment, though, because
something important seemed to be happening. Sam's thighs were spreading
wider, her hips were pressing against the attack of his mouth, her cries
and encouragements were becoming more intense and his need to lick and
tweak and worry and agitate and stimulate her tiny nub of flesh seemed to
be reaching some sort of pinnacle. He doubled his efforts and soon found
himself buried nose deep in her cunt just trying to hang on. Her cries
became more intense. In fact, if he hadn't known this was such a pleasant
experience for her he would have sworn he was hurting her. She kept telling
him not to stop, though, and he didn't think he could, even if she had
wanted him to. His need to reach the end of all this was
overpowering. Higher and higher they both went, each feeding off the
other's pleasures until suddenly Sam's whole body contracted. Every muscle
stood out in detail as the first waves of orgasm ran through her
body. Again and again. Shot after shot of staggering convulsions wracked
her frame until he thought she wouldn't stop. He kept up his licking of her
clitoris and at one point the shuddering started to subside for a second
but then a second wave hit, bigger than the first. She was practically
screaming and the pleasure this brought him drove him on, too.
	Finally, following one last vibration of her body, she collapsed
against the tiles. Her breathing was very labored and she seemed to be not
quite sure of where she was. She looked down between her legs and saw him
staring back up at her, the question "Did I do that right?" in his eyes. Oh
my God, yes, did he do that right. She longed to hold him. She stretched
out her arms to him and he crawled up and straddled her torso, his knees on
the floor between her legs.
	"What was that?" he asked.
	She couldn't help herself. She laughed. The puzzled look on his
face sobered her slightly and she answered his question.
	"That, my dear Stud, was two orgasms back to back. At least I think
there were two. A third one might have sneaked in there somewhere."
	 She reached up and put her arms around his neck, pulling him down
to her. Their lips met and they kissed a long, deep kiss that went on
forever. Her hands were all over him. She ran them up the backs of his
arms, feeling the power of his triceps as they held him above her. She ran
them over his back and felt the huge sheets of muscle there, then down
around the front to his massive pecs, firm and hard.
	He lowered himself down into her and began to grind his groin into
her cunt. Slowly, at first, and then picking up speed. Where no direction
had been given, nature had taken over. There was just one problem. She was
lying on a cold tile floor and a small piece of grit had been digging into
her back for the past five minutes. Besides, she had just experienced not
one, but two, seismic orgasms and didn't think her body could take another
one just yet. It was certain that once that massive erection of his was
inside her she would be experiencing orgasms like she never had before. She
placed her hands on the fronts of his shoulder and pressed him up off
her. The look on his face was devastating. It was a mixture of sexual
frustration coupled with fear that he had been doing something wrong.
	"I'm sorry, my dear Stud, but we're going to have to find a more
hospitable location before we continue our explorations."
	They both looked over at Mr. Ridell, who had been observing the
proceedings, to see if he could suggest a better spot. He told them to take
a shower and he'd be back in a minute. He left with a feeling of purpose,
so the two lovers trusted he had something definite in mind.
	They took him up on his suggestion and jumped in the shower. Sam
was already naked, but Arnold still had his briefs and thong on. Sam
removed them for him and then stood back to admire the view. She had never,
ever seen such a wonderful collection of body parts. Sure, there were many
guys at the gyms she worked-out at whose muscles were far bigger than
Arnold's, but that was only one part of the picture. The attention paid to
symmetry in his development helped balance the total image. His gorgeous
features were textbook classic without being trite or clichˇ. Then there
was, of course, his magnificent genitals. The shaft was still thick and
rigid, the head inflamed and dangerous looking. His balls were proportional
to the rest of him and she suddenly had the thought of this huge cock
hanging from the groin of some ninety-eight pound weakling. What if he
hadn't started body building? What would this all look like now?
	The final part of the picture was the person she had come to know
over the past few hours. There certainly was a physical attraction, and
their common pasts seemed to do a lot for helping them understand each
other's personal needs. The bond they shared through their friend,
Mr. Ridell, was enough to forge a life long relationship, had a wiser way
not been seen. But all of these things did not take into account the
wonderful, sweet, sensitive person she had found him to be. This, more than
anything physical, was what now drew her to him, in direct conflict with
her own plans for this relationship. She feared she might not be able to
let go of this gentle soul when the time came. She hoped she would be
strong enough.