Thy Neighbor's Wife
(and Other Sins)
A Fantasy
by
Copyright 2001 © Richard O Steele. All rights reserved
Chapter 35
A sudden light tapping at the door punctuated the couple's gentle, lazy lovemaking. It was Mrs van der Puy! Thank goodness they were taking a break from energetic sex at that moment. The couple much preferred not to have Mrs van der Puy privy to the sounds of the headboard banging against the wall — or its post-pregnancy-mandated equivalent — when she came down at these moments.
"Shawry to bovver you, Mish Wyeth," she said through the closed door in a stage whisper, "but de babiesh are op now and ready for feedink."
Well, this eventuality had been in the forefront of the couple's minds ever since they had first begun looking forward to this evening. The babies had not yet slept through the night even once — why should this evening be any different? Even so, the couple were startled by this interruption; Peter instinctively pulled the sheet up over his throbbing sexual organs.
"Of course, Mrs van der Puy," Amanda shouted at their solid oak bedroom door. "Bring them right down; I'll be ready for them in just a second!"
No sooner did Amanda and Peter hear the nanny's retreating footsteps than the couple dissolved into silent giggles. Forty-some years in the US had done nothing to soften Mrs van der Puy's thick Dutch accent. The accent was so remarkable that Amanda simply could not resist mimicking it — when the elderly, hard-of-hearing nanny was safely out of sight and earshot, of course.
"Shawry to bovver you, Missush van der Puy," Amanda gleefully whispered into Peter's ear, "but de babiesh aren't de only ting dat's op and ready." Amanda had placed the tip of her index finger atop the very apex of the enormous bulge in the sheet caused by Peter's straining boner. "No, Missush van der Puy, dair's sometink else dat's really op and ready for sometink — sometink naughty, I tink!" With that, the muted giggles dissolved into silent laughter. Mrs van der Puy was such a trip!
This little interval of hilarity helped bring the couple down from their sexual frenzy just a bit in preparation for Mrs van der Puy's return with the babies. Still, Amanda was still overcome with passion, and Peter's cock had lost nothing in either length or rigidity. It was going to take more than Mrs van der Puy's accent to bring these two back to earth!
Peter and Amanda had worked out a routine for these inevitable middle of the night feedings. Mrs van der Puy would come downstairs to announce the event; she would then go back upstairs and bring the babies down. Peter would get up and hide in the bathroom while Amanda would put on a nightgown, brush her hair, and await her babies' arrival. Mrs van der Puy would enter the bedroom with the babies, give them both to Amanda, and then withdraw.
Once the door was closed, Peter would end his exile in the bathroom, crawl back into bed, and, since Amanda found it difficult to nurse two babies at once, hold and jiggle the baby who was not feeding. After a short period of nursing just to take the edge off the first baby's hunger, they would switch babies. And then switch again. And then switch breasts. After some thirty or forty minutes, the babies would be full. Amanda would then take them upstairs and put them to bed herself. That maternal undertaking seemed to make it less likely — though not inevitable — that a second feeding during the night would be necessary.
Even absent the banging headboard, Amanda was sure that Mrs van der Puy was aware she had intruded upon an extremely hot session between husband and wife. The beautiful young wife knew she was deeply flushed, that an erotic rash had crept over most of her body. Her speech was slurred, and her eyes were heavy-lidded with passion. The truth was that she had rarely if ever been so sexually excited. She was sure her body and body language showed all the signs.
In the bathroom, Peter was hidden from view, of course; however, the signs of his sexual arousal were even more obvious. His giant boner simply would not go down. He assumed that he had reached such a state of sexual arousal that he was going to be stuck with this massive erection until the moment of orgasm.
The babies were soon delivered, and the couple went though the breast-feeding drill. Even though the babies were only weeks old, Peter and Amanda had decided to forgo any explicit sexual expression in their presence. They knew the babies were much too young to comprehend their actions but still.... It just seemed like the best way to begin their parenting. Nonetheless, there was at least this breach of that understanding. As Peter lay groaning on his side of the bed holding first one baby and then the other, his enormous love sword was tenting out the sheet to an almost unbelievable extent. Nothing like this had ever before happened during a nursing session. "Well, so what!" Peter thought to himself. "This is truly a night of nights, so this once I'm going to cut myself a little slack. Tonight, at least, we're just going to have to live with this thing!"
In truth, Peter wanted to do a whole lot more than just "live with this thing". What he really longed to do was to wrap a hand around the swollen member and play with himself. Well, the slack he had cut himself went only so far. The presence of the babies held him back from that sort of activity. Jagging yourself off with one hand while holding a baby with the other was just too perverted for words — even if the baby was much too young to comprehend what was happening. He would simply stoically agonize until Amanda took the babies back upstairs and the couple could return to their lovemaking. If only the damn thing would get soft or something! At least during this enforced break in the action! But it did not.
Amanda was highly aware, of course, of the jutting presence of Peter's mule-like erection under the sheets. She shook her head in amazement. Her husband really was the most hung fellow around! Nothing wrong with that, though! Especially when that member was fully erect, as it so often was. As soon as Anne and Jessica got their fill, that stiff, gigantic muscle was headed straight for her womb ... and even beyond! Amanda couldn't wait!
Finally, the babies were fed and Amanda had taken them back upstairs to the nursery. Peter lay in bed, groaning. He had both hands wrapped around the shaft of his super-erect, forearm-sized cock. Very slowly, he moved his cockskin up and down. He knew that too much play of this sort would pull the trigger but that a little jacking off until his wife came back was simply unavoidable. Short of cutting them off, there was simply no way Peter could keep his trembling hands from gravitating to his privates!
Amanda threw herself into bed with an equally fervent groan and slammed her still-flushed body against her husband. Her massive breasts pillowed and molded themselves to his muscular chest. Their legs were immediately intertwined. In short, their bodies were as fused together as if they were one flesh — which according to the Book of Common Prayer is exactly what they were!
The couple immediately began passionately to French kiss. Their mouths were open enough to tempt jaw break; their wagging, wiggling tongues were thrust deep into the far reaches of their mouths; saliva was liberally coursing down their faces and necks; and their eager hands were wildly roaming all over their hot, totally ready to fuck bodies. Peter and Amanda were just frantically eager to pick up where they had left off!
Fucking was, of course, the one exciting closeness the couple had not yet experienced that evening, or in many, many evenings for that matter. Peter's massive, stiff cock had yet to slip in and out of his wife's boiling hot, dripping cunt. Peter was so ready to make vaginal love, and he wanted Amanda to be ready, too. It had just been way too long!
Peter moved off to the side of Amanda's body and started cupping and groping her new and excitingly huge bosom. Then, he reached down and started to finger-fuck his sweetheart's drenched pussy. In and out, in and out; before long, the room was filled with slurping and sucking noises as four of Peter's cum-stained fingers rammed in and out of Amanda's love-drenched, astonishingly dilated pussy. His wife was so open! Peter had earlier eaten out his wife to a fare-thee-well. It seemed clear that no additional muff diving was going to be necessary to prepare for the resumption of vaginal sex. Amanda was absolutely ready to resume coital relations with her husband!
"I'm getting you ready for the grand finale, sweetheart," Peter whispered into Amanda's ear. "This is going to be a loving neither of us will ever forget."
"Oh, baby," Amanda moaned, "I'm so ready for you! But Peter, tonight you don't have to be a miracle man, or an all-night athlete — just be my lover and my husband! I just want you to go with your feelings. Let's just make love and let it happen when it happens. If your penis tells you to come thirty seconds after we start making love, then that's just great! Tonight, let's just go with the ... er.... " Amanda started to giggle at the thought of what she had started to say. "Instead, baby, how about we go with whatever happens!" she gleefully corrected. With that, Amanda gave a little moan, and slipped her squirming tongue into Peter's mouth and started licking his lips and mouth.
When the kiss ended about five minutes later, Amanda was pulling long and hard on Peter's thick, long prick. The slow, long, electric jerks on his cock were making him so very hard! He picked Amanda up by her upper thighs, lifted her well over a foot in the air to place her pussy directly over his wet and leaking cock head, and then, biceps bulging, gradually lowered her bottom a slow inch at a time onto his utterly engorged shaft.
He was careful to bring Amanda down very slowly, patiently working his enormous cock head into her soaked, dilated pussy. Since this was the first time since childbirth, Peter had to be very careful. By this time, Amanda was moaning and slobbering; she couldn't believe how overpoweringly sexy making love with Peter could be!
Peter started moving Amanda up and down on his huge prick about an inch at a time, just easing his enormous cock head gently in and out of the soaked mouth to her pussy. After about five minutes, he increased his strokes to three inches in length. His really hard cock was now sliding in and out of Amanda's pussy so very effortlessly. Her vaginal canal, it seems, had retained some of its childbirth-induced dilation. Perhaps instead it was simply happy to see Peter again! Whatever the cause, Amanda's drenched cunt was absolutely velvety and slick and open! So far so good!
Amanda was so turned on that slippery pussy just swallowed up the immense length and width of Peter's giant cock! Nothing to it! The thrill of feeling the impossible girth of Peter's dick forcing its way down her cunt induced a minute-long, body-shaking orgasm in the huge-titted beauty.
Peter then switched to holding Amanda by her luscious ass cheeks. Immediately, he started pumping more cock-length into Amanda's pussy. Soon, he was plunging seven and eight inches into her moist, really warm love channel. Amanda was screaming, "This feels so great! Give me all of it, give me all of it, honey!"
Peter resisted the temptation to jam his wife all the down on his shaft. Instead, he slowly, deliberately, continued to let her down further and further down on his giant cock. Nine, ten, eleven inches. At this point Peter could feel the impediment of his luscious wife's cervix.
"Keep going, baby, bury it, honey!" Amanda was going round the bend with desire! Peter continued his measured pace, however. As he eased his massive cockhead through Amanda's cervical opening, he could tell that her cervix as well had retained some significant dilation from childbirth. As a result, he was able to ease his oversized cockhead, as huge as it was, through this final opening without engaging in any special calisthenics.
Peter knew he was now inside his beloved's womb. It too was still greatly dilated on account of the birth of the twins. No matter — Peter's giant pecker was going to fill that organ all the way up, no doubt about that!
On the next stroke, Peter did give her all of it; he slowly but emphatically pulled Amanda's ass and cunt all way down to the very hilt of his turgid, throbbing cock. He was now burying his whole sixteen inches in his wife's womb and in fact was pressing strongly against the far wall of that organ. Oh, man, was he in! The fact that Amanda started shuddering uncontrollably with another amazingly strong orgasm told him that her body knew it as well!
Peter than began to pull Amanda nearly a foot and a half up in the air so his cock head was almost out of her cunt and then to pull her back down and then to lift her back up again.
Peter's cock was absolutely on fire; each stroke was like a mini-orgasm — fucking had never been so exciting as this! Impossibly strong chills and thrills coursed through his stiff prick on each journey of his cock up and down Amanda's cum-soaked pussy. They were spreading down his thighs and up his trunk as well. Oh, man! This was fucking at its best!
After about five minutes of this wild fucking, Amanda's whole body resumed uncontrolled shuddering and stiffening; she was having yet another overwhelming series of orgasms. Peter moved her up and down on his rock-hard pole even faster, moaning, "Oh, yes, baby, keeping coming — I'll be there soon, too, honey!"
The problem was that Peter was going to be there soon — very soon — sooner, actually, than he wanted. Each frenzied fuck stroke was making every nerve ending in his cock glow almost unbearably with sexual heat and desire. He could almost feel the spunk yearning to get into his shaft so as to rocket wildly out of his cock hole and splatter all over Amanda's womb and pussy walls. As her cunt contractions started to slow down, therefore, Peter lifted Amanda high into the air and pulled his blood-engorged cock out of her spastic pussy for a short but very necessary rest stop!
Peter pushed his rigid, blood-engorged cock off to the front and sat Amanda down in his lap. "Just a short breather, honey," he said hoarsely. The two lovers gazed deeply into each other's eyes, and stroked each other's faces and hair.
Before long, they were kissing very deeply, their tongues alternating torrid thrusts into each other's mouths. As Peter pulled Amanda into his chest during the steamy embrace and mutual face fuck, he could feel the massive bulk of her soft, hot tit meat — and even her super-rigid nipples — pressing into his body. The idea of getting his chest crushed by gigantic tits belongong to Amanda — Amanda of the B-cup! — was as yet so new and so thrilling to Peter that his state of arousal continued around the 110% level. This "breather" was not helping his stiff prick to come down from near orgasm — not one bit!
Peter knew that, like him, Amanda especially liked back door loving; it was now time to pleasure her (and himself!) in that manner. "Get up on your hands and knees, honey," he whispered while licking and sucking on her ear, "I want to love you from the rear!"
Peter positioned himself behind Amanda's ultra-luscious ass cheeks; they were so unbelievably round and sexy. Looking at her curvy ass meat was a great part of making love to Amanda from the rear. Even greater was the clear path into her womb enjoyed by his prick when it rammed straight down her dripping cunt. God! What a straight shot his stiff dick was going to have at her wide-open twat! And uterus! God! This expectant woman was about to get reamed out!
The down side (if there was one!) was that Peter's prick was so long that he had to kneel well over a foot behind Amanda's pussy to be able fully to slam the full length of his massive tool in and out of her cunt. This meant that he could only brush and feel up her huge K-cup bosom for a second or two while his cock was fully buried inside her pussy. On the up-stroke he was reduced to feeling up her super-cute ass with his fingertips.
But, man, it was still so great! As Amanda yelled and moaned, Peter eased his swollen cock head inside her puckered cunt lips and started madly fucking away. He buried his full length down to the mouth of her womb on the third stroke; Peter could actually feel the very bottom of Amanda's slippery uterus as, piston-like, he rammed and slammed his once-again purple cock in and out of her totally drenched and wide-open cunt.
Her pussy walls were so slimy and slick and spastic! In fact, Peter could actually see cunt juice leaking out of Amanda's soaked pussy onto the sheets as his iron-like rod rammed in and out of her twat again and again and again and again!
Amanda was going absolutely crazy. Even though she and Peter had engaged in back door sex on numerous occasions, she had never taken cock like this! Probably because he was so ultra-stiff and mega-hard tonight, she had never felt Peter going so deep! Amanda suspected that Peter was so excited on account of their enforced layoff that his cock might actually have gained a fraction of an inch or so in length! Wow! It probably had gained a bit in girth as well. Wow! Amanda wondered if she was at risk for a punctured lung on one of Peter's crazed plunges down her hot, slick cunt!
Peter's cockskin was getting hot. It was glowing with almost terminal sexual arousal as Amanda's cunt lips and pussy walls rubbed and caressed his throbbing shaft. Even though Amanda had recently given birth to twins, her vagina was still notably tight. Given the fact that Peter's cock was impossibly huge, her cunt was for him extremely tight!
Peter tried distracting himself so as to be able to keep fucking without coming. He ran next week's appointments at the office through his consciousness. Still, his body did not miss a beat; his ultra-stiff cock continued to slide and slam into Amanda's velvety pussy, in and out, and in and out! This attempt to occupy the mind with different things was becoming a cropper. The truth was that on account of his growing sexual excitement Peter was fucking faster and faster — like a grunting, growling out of control animal, in fact.
Peter knew that, unless he were careful to maintain iron control, he was approaching that thrilling moment that would blow it all wide open! God! This was so exciting.
After about half an hour more of this fantastically exciting lovemaking, Peter once again pulled his throbbing, jerking cock out of Amanda's utterly dripping pussy and collapsed on the bed. "Honey," he said thickly, "this is going to be it — coming up fast!"
"Hmm," teased Amanda, looking out the window, "are you sure? Look — the sun is starting to come up, darling." She reached over and fondled her husband's startlingly huge and erect penis. "In fact, I'm amazed that you're still up!" She leaned over to give Peter a wide-open, lingering French kiss. When she broke away, she continued, "I mean, this has been so great, Peter, so unbelievable. But you haven't come even once yet and we've been making love for seven hours! You must be in utter agony! God! You must be headed for Blue Ball City! Sweetheart!"
"No, honey," Peter assured her, "I'm doing fine. Better than fine! This has been wonderful for me, too. And the pleasure I've gotten is fantastic. And, sweetheart, all this loving without an orgasm means that when I do come, it's going to be just beyond belief. Let me set up for it right now."
Peter took a couple of the pillows from the head of the bed, looking deeply into Amanda's eyes as he did so. She was lying on her back with her legs fully spread, her arms akimbo. She was truly doing the splits; in fact, if she had spread her legs wider she would have risked becoming two highly delectable halves! Her so full, oversized tits were sitting high atop her chest like round, quivering puddles of sex pudding; they were such delicious, stupendous, round, firm, mounds of tit flesh. They were so sexy to look at! And to feel up! And to suck! And to nurse!
Peter arranged the pillows under Amanda's super-curvy ass so that her still-dripping pussy was aimed almost straight up at the ceiling. Peter's cock was just throbbing and pulsating with a manic desire to be inside her cunt and then to shoot rivers of spunk into its depths; as a result, more leaked pre-cum continued to make his cock head glisten and shine in the weak early morning light.
Peter had come to the brink of orgasm some three dozen times that night; it was not going to happen again. This time, he was going in for good. Before long, what he suspected would be the most thrilling cum of his life would immediately take control of every single cell in his body — and maybe even most of Amanda's, as well!
In the meantime, though, he couldn't resist reaching down for a time to knead and squeeze Amanda's amazingly round and luscious K-cup bosom one more time. It was so sexy and ultra-exciting! Within seconds, his mouth and tongue were busy working on her extra-large nipples and areola, while simultaneously he jammed three and then four fingers in and out of Amanda's soaked twat. He wanted her to remain open and ready when he remounted her in a few moments for the grand finale.
Man! Was Amanda in for a reaming! Shit! Peter's cock was so stiff! so ready! So engorged! So ready to explode! He was nearly ready to break into tears at the thought of how much he wanted — he needed — to come to orgasm. His entire body was shaking with need. His fevered brain was swimming with wanton lust. His cock was jerking with desire. This fellow just needed to come!
Even though he had stopped fucking some minutes ago, his shaft was still as ramrod-stiff as if he had never stopped pumping away; his erection really was going to stay as hard as rock until he finally came, whenever that was — and it better be soon!
His cock continued to throb and glow — Peter could tell that a heroic load of spunk was waiting impatiently at the base of his prick to rocket up his shaft. It would take only the slightest provocation to set it off! And in amazingly beautiful, astonishingly buxom Amanda existed a provocation almost beyond the imagination of man to conceive, let alone to resist! Peter was ready!
Peter finished up the last of the preliminaries by tracing his tongue from Amanda's astonishingly stiff nipple, up her amazingly large breasts to her neck, and then up and over her chin and cheek to her luscious red lips. He then slipped his fingers inside his wife's utterly soaked pussy. As his fingers fucked her utterly soaked cunt faster and faster and his other hand groped away at Amanda's huge tits, Peter sucked and licked her lips and then slammed his open mouth over Amanda's equally wide-open mouth.
As the lovers wildly French kissed, Peter boosted himself up on his hands and extended his toes into a classic push-up position. His jerking, throbbing cock was now positioned directly above Amanda's elevated, dripping pussy. He took one hand up off the bed and switched to a one-handed push-up stance. He then took his free hand and gently guided his giant prick into his wife's drenched, waiting, supremely eager cunt.
Amanda was so hot and open that the massive pecker slipped right in as if it had been sucked in by a powerful vacuum cleaner. All the way in to her womb! Peter withdrew his tongue from Amanda's mouth, raised himself high up on his hands and toes, and just started fucking away like some kind of an uncontrollable wild beast. Which he was! He was so hot! He was so bothered! He was so ready! He was in such heat! Up down, up down, up down — Peter was madly and wildly fucking Amanda by using this wild push-up technique. And, man, he was just mercilessly drilling his wife's pussy right into fuck heaven! His cock was slamming directly in and all the way down into her womb! Peter was just a fucking machine!
"Oh, honey," Peter moaned, "I'm really on fire; my cock skin is just exploding every time I plunge inside you! It's just getting nuked! Sweetheart, it's never been like this before — ever! Jesus," he went on, "my cock is so full and it's just glowing with lust — it's on fucking fire, baby!"
Peter was just whimpering with lust and passion! " Oh, honey, my cock is so full of sperm it feels like it's just going to split at the seams. Baby, baby, it's going to happen real, real soon, and it's going to be just fantastic!" Peter's moans at this point trailed off into incoherence; he was so besotted with lust and exploding passion that he could not even manage to utter a simple declarative sentence!
Amanda was moaning, too; spit was dribbling down her chin. "Peter, let it happen, shoot it all right now! I want to feel you explode inside of me, hmmm, sweetheart, do it now!"
Peter's body was covered with a light sheen of sweat. His massive biceps bulged as his body frantically moved down, then up, then down, then up again. Peter's muscle control kept his body perfectly parallel to the bed; in fact, his utterly stretched-out, super-erect penis was at a precise 45-degree angle to his body as he violently fucked away at his gorgeous wife's dripping pussy.
As Peter mercilessly rammed his cock down into Amanda's wide-open cunt, she was vigorously pumping her hips up in perfect unison to meet the onslaught of his awesomely thick, incredibly long dick. They were in absolute sync. Both lovers were so hot, so ready, so in love.
Peter's muscled, rippling body also allowed him to rise up so high at the top of his love stroke that his prick was, but for its massive tip, entirely outside of Amanda's gushing cunt. As soon as the bottom of his oversized cock head started to slide out from in between Amanda's pussy lips, Peter would savagely slam his butt back down, utterly reaming out Amanda's slick cunt walls in the process as his cock hurtled back down toward the absolute, stretched out bottom of her uterus once again. This frenzied sort of copulation might not be what the doctor ordered for a first post-natal fuck but Peter simply could not slow down. In any event, he was getting no complaint whatever from the receiving end!
Peter was moaning and whimpering almost uncontrollably. "Oh, honey," he breathed in a ragged voice, "your cunt is so warm, so wet, so ready ... your womb, too, precious ... oh shit, my cock is just getting barbecued every time I ram it inside you. Oh, sweetheart, this is so great! Oh, man, I'm going to explode inside you real soon — I just can't wait any longer." Peter kept pounding away, spittle dribbling down his chin as the last of his vaunted sexual discipline slipped away.
Peter had the biggest, thickest, longest prick Amanda had ever seen — even in pictures — and it was just ravishing her so-eager, soaked cunt. Amanda did not think Peter had ever gone so deep inside her before as this! She was so hot that her pussy was gushing puddles and puddles of cunt juice and her cunt itself was super-dilated. It was actually approaching the openness she had experienced when the babies were born!
If she had not been not utterly crazed and stretched-out with lust, Peter's incredibly long, astonishingly thick cock could have been causing real damage as it slammed mercilessly into her recently pregnant reproductive organs. As it was, it felt so great — she loved it and wanted more and more — that as Peter fucked faster and faster, another series of orgasms, her umpteenth of the night, overtook her again. It made her pump her hips even faster!
Peter could feel Amanda's cunt going back into spasms and her body stiffen at the onslaught of this new wave of cums. It turned him on so much. Amanda was so wet and Peter was fucking so fast and furiously that a strong love suction had been formed between Amanda's drenched pussy and Peter's long, thick, soaked cock. Peter's cock was making loud "slurp, slop, slurp, slop" noises as it rammed in and out of Amanda's contracting, utterly drenched pussy.
As these new turn-ons got him closer and closer to an orgasmic explosion, Peter looked down at Amanda. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was slack; her drop-dead gorgeous face was utterly placid, as if she was utterly concentrating on the multiple cums that were again wracking her body.
Peter then looked down at her eye-popping, so unbelievably firm and massive tits. The ever-so-soft, giant mounds of tit flesh were floating and rippling and shaking and bouncing and galloping and jiggling and quivering and trembling in all directions as the couple's wild fuck-fest went on and on.
After about an hour of this frenzied sort of fucking, Amanda's bouncing, shaking tit meat, the slurping sounds coming from her clenched pussy, and the contractions from her cums as they squeezed Peter's prick as he slammed his tool in and out of her drenched cunt, all finally combined to put Peter over the top. This time he was going to let it happen! "Here it comes," he screamed to himself first inwardly and then at the top of his lungs!
Peter suddenly felt unbelievably wild thrills and indescribable chills start to spread from a pinpoint location in his anus to his loins, then up his body and finally down his arms and legs. He had been at this point before; however, he had in every case successfully cooled off and postponed his orgasm. this time, however, things were going to fly!
He felt his already totally stiff prick harden even more — as if it was turning into something akin to granite — if not harder! Amanda felt it, too — it was as if Peter's plunging cock had been replaced with a super-hard foreign object, perhaps one made of solid iron! Maybe even something harder than that! She could tell it was really swelling as well — as if her husband's horse-sized cock could actually become thicker! But it was, and Amanda knew well what this sudden increase in stiffness and girth was promising. She was about to take a prodigious geyser of semen of such volume and force that her womb and cunt were soon going to be filled to overflowing with Peter's rich, life-giving seed!
Peter had now started to grunt uncontrollably at the top of his lungs. "Ugh! Argh! Oh! Nargh! Uggh!" he roared, as unbelievably strong shudders and thrills coursed through and utterly overran his body.
The rapidly developing orgasm was so overpowering that Peter was suddenly unable to speak. He could only continue his animal-like grunting and moaning — and his wild, out of control fucking! "Ugh! Ugh! Narg! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Argh! Ughh! Ugh! Arghh!
Peter was just utterly and completely out of control. There had NEVER been an orgasm like this! Just NEVER! "Ugh! Ugh! Fuck! Shit! Wow! Nargh! Ugh! Argh!" Tears were literally running down Peter's face — he was sobbing with excitement and frenzy as he simultaneously shouted, growled, groaned, moaned — and fucked! "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Shit! So great! So good! Ugh! Ugh! Jesus! No! No! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck! Fuck! Ughhh! GOD!"
Even Peter, for so many years a super-cocksman who had shot the gun thousands and thousands of times at numerous targets, never knew that the spasms and chills of an orgasm could be this thrilling! As his body was utterly commandeered by these ultra-thrilling jolts of sexual electricity, Peter knew beyond any doubt that this was the cum of his life! Nothing was or could ever be its equal — it was simply not physically possible! Had he been capable at this moment of reasoned analysis, Peter would have realized that no orgasm with a member of his harem had reached these heights. No, this pinnacle was being reached with his darling wife. With her alone! This home truth told Peter that beyond Amanda he truly needed no other lover at all!
Twenty seconds into the cum, Peter felt a fantastically full and insistent load of sperm shoot up his shaft and out the tiny hole at the tip of his cock head. "Aghh!" Ugh! Aghh!" he grunted as an incredibly urgent, unbelievably long, astonishingly thick, and very sticky rope of spunk slammed into Amanda's waiting cunt with punishing force. "Shit! Shit! Ugh! Ungh! Nugh! Shit! Fuck! Jesus Christ! Argh! Ugh!"
Peter was so very excited, so super-frantic with lust, and so incredibly, unimaginably sexually primed, that the long blast of jism came out at almost inhuman speed as it slapped into Amanda's convulsing pussy. "Christ!" Peter was just wailing with passion and lust!
In fact, Peter's cock started to spurt on a down stroke, as his cock head was pressing into the far reaches of Amanda's womb. She flinched and gave a loud moan as the hot blast of semen slammed with noticeable force into the walls of that organ. The strong, massive column of sperm actually rocked her with its incredible strength!
The first blast of cum would not stop shooting! Twenty seconds later, this initial blast of jizz was still spraying out of Peter's shuddering fuck hose! By now even this first blast had totally filled up Amanda's internal organs and was gushing back out of her pussy lips onto the sheets.
Of course, Peter kept pumping away, up and down, up and down at a furious pace, as this blast of spunk kept wildly streaming out of his cock. Peter could actually sense his fuck strokes being lubricated by his own sperm! He was sliding in and out of Amanda's jism-filled pussy so effortlessly!
By now, both Peter and Amanda were coming in unison. She had been seized by a new round of orgasms, and was shaking and shuddering along with Peter. At this point, Peter was some forty seconds into the cum, and a second, really abundant blast of hot, sticky spunk was now spewing out of his cock hole. At the same time, the thrill of his shuddering orgasm was as strong and overpowering as ever.
Peter kept grunting and groaning as he madly continued absolutely drilling his lover with his jerking, shooting, splattering, spunk-flinging cock. He was still up on his push-up stance and was whipping his prick into Amanda's pulsating cunt at almost super-human speed. Peter's thrusting shaft resembled a jet-propelled piston as he fucked away at his sweetheart like a madman.
The second blast of spunk lasted about ten seconds; Peter was now sixty-five seconds into the orgasm and yet another hot, sticky rope of sperm was now brutally assaulting Amanda's pussy. It was as if Peter's whole orgasmic system was wildly trying to blast its way into Amanda's reproductive structure to impregnate every single egg in her ovaries! Who said two kids was enough?
Peter kept coming and blasting. The totally undone fellow was actually sobbing with love and lust. He was now over a minute and a half into the orgasm, and it still was not letting up even slightly in intensity. His jerking cock just kept hosing down Amanda's quivering pussy walls with more and more powerful rockets of sperm.
Most notably with members of his harem, Peter had experienced many orgasms that rivaled the one presently wracking his body in power and duration. Usually, though, even his monumental cums had begun easing up around this time. By now, his cock head was usually beginning to leak jism instead of blasting it. But not this time — now, the shudders and thrills and arcs of semen kept going on stronger and stronger even as surpassed the three-minute mark! He was whitewashing Amanda's insides with his seed!
Amanda was just beside herself with lust. Her cunt was just convulsing non-stop with endless cums. "Oh, honey," she wailed and cried, "just keep shooting and coming — this is so great!" She was weeping herself, with tears coursing down her cheeks as well. The lovers were just caught up in a mutual frenzy of passion and lust that threatened to surpass the physically possible!
For his part, Peter could not speak — aside from occasional but barely articulated words, he was still too overcome by lust and passion to do anything but grunt and groan and weep, as new blasts of sex juice streamed out his prick and sprayed all over Amanda's overflowing cunt. Peter's sperm was now gushing like a river out from between Amanda's pussy lips on the bed.
In fact, Amanda's ass was now lying in a spreading, sticky (but still warm) puddle of love goo! The hot, passionate lovers, however, were too enraptured by their seemingly unending orgasms to even notice or care!
Peter's cum was now well past the four-minute mark, and the shuddering thrills of this orgasm were still fully and completely wracking his body. How could this be? How long could this cum go on? Had his sex glands gotten welded into a permanent "go" position? Peter had no answers; he just kept madly fucking and wildly ejaculating.
If anything, Peter was fucking more furiously than at the beginning of the orgasm. His amazingly huge, baseball-sized balls — the source of this astonishing supply of spunk that had totally filled up Amanda's womb and pussy and then gushed out all over the sheets — slapped into Amanda's luscious ass cheeks on each fuck stroke with a loud "whap, whap" sound.
Amanda's orgasm likewise would not stop. She was actually very sore from their hours of lovemaking! After all, the lovers had been fucking almost non-stop for three hours; it felt as if Peter had rammed his huge cock into her ravished pussy a million times. But it felt so good — so wonderful — so exciting! To think she was going to have a lifetime of lovemaking like this with this gorgeous, loving, hunk! If only he remained faithful! That was the key!
"Hmmm," she thought, "how can Peter have so much sperm, and how can his orgasm go on this long! What a superman!"
Finally, as the orgasm passed the six-minute mark, Peter could feel his thrills, shudders, and spasms start to lessen. He was still spraying spunk down Amanda's cunt, but it was starting to feel more like dribbles than the amazingly powerful ropes of sperm he had arced down her pussy for the whole of the frantic six minute-plus length of his cum.
But Peter certainly would not stop now; he wanted to milk every last thrill out of this orgasm to end all orgasms. He kept pounding away at Amanda's still quivering pussy for another two minutes, until the sudden extreme sensitivity of his cock skin as he slid in and out of her drenched pussy told him that his fantastic, overpowering cum was finally over!
Peter slowly pulled his softening cock out of Amanda's gushing pussy and then rolled over onto his back in a state of collapse. Amanda rolled over with him and began raining soft kisses on his lips. In seconds, the lovers' mouths were fused, as they shared a passionate French kiss to seal the end of this fantastic and mutual orgasm.
"Honey," Amanda said in wonder, "you are just amazing — how could you make love for eight hours without coming and then come for so very long when you did and then shoot so much sperm! You're just super-human!" She smiled. The super-buxom young mother leaned over to plant a soft kiss on her husband's lips. "This loving, my sweetheart, really seals our return to a full sexual relationship. This is it for life, honey!"
Peter knew exactly what she was saying. This sex marked the end of his tomcatting — and the beginning of his forgiveness. He returned the soft kiss and smiled. "Yep," he whispered, "You're all I want, sweetheart; you're all I will ever want. Precious, this is for life!"
Amanda looked Peter straight in the eye. All of a sudden, she was no longer languid or sex-stunned. She was fully alert! "Peter," she announced sternly, "Please don't say it if you don't mean it! Can I believe that? Really believe that?"
Peter looked back at his gorgeous wife without hesitation or reserve. "Yes, my darling, I am yours. Exclusively yours. Forever and ever. I promise!"
The buxom, beautiful young mother looked appraisingly at her husband for a moment. Then, she said, "Okay, Peter, I accept that! In fact, I'll go with that! But please mean it with every fiber of your being."
Peter stared back with equal intensity. "Every word, darling. I mean every word. They are etched in my heart. You can count on it!" The lovers then shared an almost chaste and ceremonial kiss. Clearly, without all the details being spelled out, the couple had just renewed their vows. "By God," Amanda said to herself, "he'd better mean it! There will be no third acts in this marriage!"
Amanda then got up out of the huge puddle of cooling semen and retrieved three fluffy towels out of the linen closet. After smoothing them out on the bed on top of the lake of commingled sperm and cunt scum, she lay down and began embracing and fondling her husband once more. "God," she said, "your sperm has soaked through the top towel." Amanda then slid her hand under the layer of thick, thirsty towels. "Gracious," she giggled in disbelief, "we've even made the bottom towel a bit damp — you're amazing! I think you shot enough jism to populate a city the size of Philadelphia!"
"Honey," Peter said with a smile. "Now that the fetters are off, this is what our love life is going to be like, at least until they put us into wheelchairs. If it's too strenuous for you, let me know. After all, I can flog my meat on alternate nights!"
"Funny man," Amanda said, smiling in return. "Your semen is all mine forever; there will be no spilling of seed on our sheets. It's going right inside or all over me — all of it! And your loving is so fantastic — I want it always just like tonight. Oh, baby, you're just a superman of love! And such a loving, wonderful man as well."
"Sweetheart," Peter said, "it's all because of how much I love you, and how fantastically wonderful and beautiful and built and sexually exciting you are. Oh, baby, I can't wait for the rest of our life together!"
Peter and Amanda lay together on their backs, hand in hand, wide awake, their bodies welded to one another. They were simply overwhelmed by the staggering emotions that had just been expressed. Amanda was sniffling; "It's 'cause I'm so happy, baby." Peter wondered if they were not actually tears of sheer relief in light of the awful and acute tension that had marked their relations the last few weeks.
Still, Peter knew that their difficulties were far from over. The wonders of their lovemaking really amounted to little more than the declaration of a truce. What tonight's fantastic sex represented, in other words, was only a chance to start over. A mere chance! Peter knew in his gut that he was going to have to court Amanda all over again. He also knew he was determined to do so. What a prize she would be to win all over again!
Well, he was off to an awfully good start this evening. Moreover, he was determined to stay the course. Indeed, a huge feeling of comfort washed over Peter as he realized that if he got it right this time he would have won the greatest treasure life has to offer: A fantastically wonderful wife — one who is wonderful in every tangible and intangible way. Amanda, Peter knew, was as precious a jewel as a guy could pursue ... and then possess.
As the lovers cooed at each other — they were still too much under the effect of their thrilling orgasms to string together declarative sentences — Peter realized fully the wonder of the evening. This was truly the most intense and exciting sex of his lifetime. And why? Was Amanda the most beautiful woman he had ever been with? Well, Heather Scott and Jennifer Finnegan might actually have the slightest of edges in the facial beauty department. Julie and Lakisha were not really that far behind, either. In fact, every single one of Peter's women had been shockingly beautiful; he wouldn't even look at a woman if she were not. At the same time, any evaluation of that sort meant comparing the top 1/1000 of 1% of female facial beauty everywhere; all of his women were world-class. Still, the comparison meant that it was not simply Amanda's compelling facial beauty that had made this evening so special. No, there was more to it than that.
Was it her legs and ass? Again, Amanda was almost impossibly curvy and lusciously built; one could walk the streets for years without seeing her equal. Again, though, Heather and Jennifer might give her a run for her money, though Peter would be hard-pressed to pick the ultimate winner. Indeed, all of Peter's women had traffic-stopping figures; for him it was an irreducible requirement. No matter — the very fact that the race was such a close-run thing showed that tonight's wonders were not simply the product of Amanda's stupendously fine figure. Not by itself.
Could it be Amanda's giant bosom that had produced such thrilling sex? Her bosom was fantastic; however, Peter had spent time recently with even more sensational tit meat. Amanda's tits were really more exciting than Gina's or Toni's; but the truth was they could not surpass those ornamenting the chests of Letitia, Lakisha, or Julie. Not even close.
Besides, Amanda's tits were transitory; they were going to be gone once his wife had weaned the girls. Peter could not, after all, expect Amanda to keep nursing and nursing simply to provide Peter with huge tits to play with. Not, at any rate, in light of the fact that he was only in bed with his wife by her generous willingness to overlook his sins. He doubted she was that forgiving! At any rate, though, his ruminations told Peter that the great sex he had just enjoyed was certainly aided by his wife's newly huge bosom. It was not, however, the compelling reason for tonight's pleasures. Nope, that was not it.
Was it the overwhelming passion with which she made love? That perhaps came closer to the answer but, hell, it would be hard to find more passionate lovers than Julie or Lakisha. Or Heather for that matter. Hell, Peter himself was so handsome and built, his cock was so huge, his sexual appetite was so unquenchable, and his sexual technique so expert, that all of his lovers went crazy when they made love. This, then, could not be it either, at least by itself.
No, Peter realized, the difference was that, beyond Amanda's fantastic beauty, he was so deeply in love with her. He had certainly cared very much for his now-departed harem. He had been especially fond of Julie. But he felt toward them nothing remotely close to the near-adoration he felt for Amanda. That was the difference! Great sex plus consuming love was the ticket! Experiencing one without the other simply couldn't measure up.
This was such a simple truth that Peter wondered how he could have missed it for so long. It was love that made the difference! No matter; Peter might be a slow learner but he had caught on at last. Truly, Peter felt — for perhaps the first time — that he would be faithful not merely to keep from getting caught but for the positive rewards such fidelity would engender. Only by being a one-woman man could he experience loving like that he had enjoyed tonight. Positive reinforcements always worked better than negative ones, Peter knew; that was elementary textbook psychology. For that reason, he suddenly but confidently knew — not merely hoped — that his tomcatting days were over! This meant that he was going to make it! He just knew it! Peter felt a sudden surge of confidence. The glow of this self-assurance seemed to promise that he and Amanda could save their marriage, that they were going to save their marriage! Peter was sure of it! This thing was going to work!
"What ya thinkin'?" Amanda asked.
"Just about how much I love you, honey," Peter replied.
"Hmmm! Double for me! This has been just, just ... fantastic!" Amanda then rolled over to give her husband a tender, post-coital kiss.
Unfortunately, her huge tits rolled with her trunk and got in the way. Amanda had difficulty getting close enough to Peter to deliver the kiss. She giggled. "These new big tits of mine — they are fun but such a burden sometime." She pulled a face and laughed again. "Of course, these big things will be history in about a year or so when I stop nursing so I shouldn't complain."
Amanda got a thoughtful look on her face. "What if I had to keep them permanently?" She then cupped one of her bloated milkers in both hands. "I mean, look at how heavy they are." Amanda then looked Peter right in the eye. "I wonder what life must be like for Julie Lamson? You remember Julie-next-door, don't you?"
Peter nodded gravely. You bet he remembered Julie! In fact, he thought this conversation was going to make him faint! Why was Amanda doing this to him? As if he didn't know! She clearly knew about Toni; was she now sleuthing to see if in the afterglow of the evening she could elicit a confession about Julie? Stop it, Amanda, we're all past that now!
In fact, Amanda would not stop. The truth, as Peter well knew, was that they were not past that point at all. Not yet, anyway. Maybe someday ... but not yet. Consequently, Amanda went on and on and on about Julie; after all, even Peter had to admit she was entitled to do so. "Mine are huge now, but hers must be ten times the size of mine! Poor girl!" The frigging woman simply would not stop!
Peter certainly did not volunteer a confession but he did take his medicine. Silently. Like a man. He dutifully listened until Amanda's malicious little conversational train had finally run its course.
When his wife finally ran out of steam, he took her back into his arms. "I only want to talk and think about you, baby. Not about Julie — not about anyone but you."
Amanda had a wicked little smile on her stunningly gorgeous face. "Okay, Peter, if you're sure."
"I'm sure."
"Then, it's a deal!"
Within seconds, the lovers' hands were roaming all over their remarkable bodies. Seconds after that they were again deeply French kissing. Within minutes Peter had once again mounted his wife and was wildly loosening her brains with his granite-like cock. In fact, before they got out of bed at 7:45 in the morning, sodden with fatigue and frankly in doubt about their ability to get through their respective days in light of the zero sleep they had gotten, they had made love four times more. There had been no more holding back!
As Peter stood under the stinging needles of a nearly cold shower trying to wake up in time to catch the 8:23 to Suburban Station, he realized what a lucky guy he truly was. He had come close to losing the most wonderful woman in the world. Thanks largely to her love and forbearance, he had a chance to woo her a second time and then to keep her. All it was going to take, Peter was sure, was tons of love and constancy.
Peter took a deep breath and smiled. He had plenty of that. He knew — he just knew! — he was up to the task!
End of Chapter 35
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