chapter 5

Hardened completely, he positioned himself over her, feeling her legs rise in anticipation and begin stroking his flanks. She reached underneath her thigh, touching briefly the tip of his member and guided him into her. As he held himself at her entrance he felt her hand move to his scrotum, cradling its warm heaviness in her hand. She arched underneath him, trying to drive him into her but he moved with her, keeping the head of his member just inside the muscular rim of her opening. He mustn't move to fast...he knew he was big and had learned he needed to move into her slowly, so that she could gradually accept his fullness.

Growing more eager by the second she bared her teeth ferally, her fingers digging into his fat just hard enough to be felt, but not painful. She felt herself throb, her moistness now a warm deluge.

Feeling her ready and unwilling to torment her any more he slowly sank into her, her warmth enveloping him as did her love for him. He held himself there for awhile, feeling her move under him, feeling her inner muscles spasming as they contracted on this intruder. Her hands fluttered at his sides alternating stroking and squeezing his belly sides as they lay on the bed either side of her.

Breathing deeply, she forced herself to relax, feeling full to bursting. She always forgot how huge he was, because he was so gentle and expert. She lay her head back on the pillow, rubbing what she could reach of his upper back and arms.

He began moving in and out of her, feeling the delicious encapsulated skin against skin inside her. She would clench him with her inner muscles as he withdrew, intensifying her pleasure, and his.

Getting into the rhythm, she began to relax as he entered, tightening as he withdraw, as if she could keep him there by force. She half closed her eyes, lips parted softly as she moved against him, feeling him deeper and deeper.

She could feel him inside her, sending electric shocks up her, each one causing her to gasp, moan, and made her hands move over him fitfully.

Feeling her relax he began to use the rhythm she enjoyed the most...four or five long and deep strokes then the same amount in short strokes, just moving in and out at her entrance. This he enjoyed, because occasionally he would break rhythm and count 8 or nine short strokes then pausing, holding his tip just inside her. She would writhe and moan clenching him with her hands, then he would slowly sink into her until her felt her pubic bone against his fat and held himself there.

Waiting for him to break rhythm she half raised herself when he withdrew, kissed him full on the lips, and sank back down in time for his next thrust. She grinned up at him, feeling in tune with him.

She knew him too well, he smiled back. He noticed her breath was quickening and her eyelids drooping and knew she was approaching her climax. He wondered if he should move her quickly so that she would broach a second time. He decided to try her for a second (and maybe even a third climax) with her on top. He knew she loved that position best as it gave her the best sensations and a chance for her to be in control. He accelerated his deep thrusts, twisting his pelvis at the bottom of each stroke and lifting himself briefly, trying to reach that spot in her with his mass.

Gasps in surprise at the increase in pace, and tilts herself, giving him better access. All she can do is lean back, clutching the sheets, eyes closed, panting. Struggling to reciprocate, she tightens her muscles as much as she could as her hands caressed his hanging paunch, reaching down into his crease.

He continues, his hands now cradling her neck, massaging it as he rocks on his knees and elbows urging her with his body into her first orgasm. He feels her hands dig up into his underbelly, stroking the muscles deep underneath. She knows that this will rush him to his finish too quickly, so he grabs her hand and holds both hands over her head as he thrusts into her, covering her sweet face with kisses.

Groaning, she tilts her face back feeling his lips on her neck and face. She feels so helpless, pinned under his weight, her arms being held above her head. Feeling another orgasm coming, she gasps, eyes opening wide, begging him to end the blissful agony.

He sees her nearing and concentrates on staying deep, gently twisting against her, lifting slightly to stimulate her center. Her breath is rapid now and he can feel her abdominal muscles begin to harden as she readies. This is when he enjoys her the most...helpless in his arms, firm yet soft, her back arched and her muscles tight on him. He kisses her knowing she is seconds away and inflates his abdomen down into her.

Pressed into the bed by his fatness, she lets out a hoarse shout, and her mind left as her orgasm tore through her, pulsating her, shuddering against him.

Try as he might he cannot control himself, never has he felt this blinding surge with her. Gasping, he cries out seconds after her, gushing his essence deep into her, still stroking into her for seconds as their bodies vibrate as one.

Feeling his orgasm erupt, triggered by hers, she orgasmed again, pressing into him deeper before collapsing limp under his sweaty body.

"My lady, you are incredible" kissing her as his manhood softened and slipped out of her despite being briefly held by her inner muscles.

Rolling to his side next to her he pulled her into him, their breath and pulse rates both slowly calming.

Feeling her press her knees up into his underbelly, her arms surrounding it as if it were her own.

Which it was.

Stroking her smooth flanks he calmed her, loving her.

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finis

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