chapter 12

His climax built, ascending like a holiday rocket. Never before had he experienced such a rush of intense pleasure. He kissed her, loving the feel of her matching him, at one with him as he pushed ever deeper into her warm cleft.

He stopped, withdrawing until just the tip of his member was inside her, he could feel the weight of his belly resting on her, and the undersides of her full breasts a warm pressure against the crown of his abdomen. From somewhere deep inside he drew strength to hold himself off her, with only the minimum movement of his hips. He heard her moan and felt her trying to rotate up into him to gather him back inside herself but he inflated, using the distension of his belly to hold him just at the point.

She gasped, moaning, almost whimpering as he held her there...lovingly tormenting her, feeling that when he released himself in a final deep thrust she would breach for him.

Holding, holding...now thrust, impaling her to the bed beneath, " Cum for your fat man" he whispered, ramming home, "Cum for me the first of many that I promise you tonight."

He felt her back arch her up into the softness of his belly. Loud cries came from her as she released for him, feeling as though the waves of pleasure would never stop. His weight reinforced every movement he made and magnified the intensity. Breathing heavily, she collapsed under him, spent. Her hands absently drew circles on his soft sides as his shudders calmed and sweat dripped from his body to hers.

Still erect he withdrew, loving her, babying her, stroking her voluptuous body with his fingertips as he leaned over her. With his lips he moved down her front, his tongue sliding in the deep cleft between her huge breasts as he cupped their sides, pressing his face into their sweet smelling softness.

"You are so beautiful" he whispered, "your body so round and soft and perfect...i could spend hours like this, and think i shall" he continued, nuzzling the undersides of those amazing breasts, his tongue circling her still erect nipples, gently suckling as he moved his hands over her firm abdomen, feeling the muscles and the hidden strength beneath.

He felt her shiver underneath him and knew she was still very much aroused and then decided he wanted to do his best for her, give her as much pleasure as she gave him.

"Yes, my sweet lady, let me pleasure you, just lay back and feel my lips and fingers on you, feel the weight of this great belly as it slides over you...no, don't say a word, let me love you as no one has loved you before.

She shivered in anticipation...loving the feel of his soft skin, slick with sweat, sliding over hers. She felt his hands explore her body, almost as if he were familiarizing himself with her body. Feeling her as though she were an instrument to be played. She had never experienced anything like this before. The rough, experimental sessions in a barn hayloft didn't compare to the gentleness of this man. This was the difference between a boy and a man and she liked it. She loved it in fact. She relaxed, allowing herself to be manipulated by him, already planning how she was going to retaliate once he was finished.

He knelt next to her, supporting his massive weight on hands and knees without a quiver she inspired him so. Taking her hand nearest him he slid it under his hanging belly and pressed it against the underside, trapping it in the warm fold between his belly and pubic at. With a soft grunt he slid his right arm under her neck cradling her head as he began again tonguing and suckling and massaging her breasts, delighting in her gentle moans of pleasure.

His left hand now massaged her belly, stroking deeply her abdominal muscles tautly covered with her soft angelic skin. moving down until he was cupping her womanhood in his huge hand, feeling his fingers slide between the warm wet petals of her labia, circling and gently stroking her swollen clitoris.

Sensations overwhelmed her at his attentions. She brought one hand up and cradled his head, her fingers grasping his hair, her other hand went down to rest on the one he was working his magic with. She felt the hidden muscles working under his soft layers and tightened her grip on his hair as his fingers danced across her most sensitive spots. He was so gentle...she enjoyed it. But when they went for round two she had an idea....she smiled to herself, thinking of his reaction to her. But the smile quickly turned into another moan as he switched to her other breast and his exploring hand delved deeper.

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more to come