'Someone' Special [ 13 / 20 ]
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Alan woke up in the middle of the night and just lay there thinking for a while, as he gently stroked Amy's hair while she slept. He again blessed his luck and marveled at the incredible women in his life.
He particularly reveled in the fact that there was a warm, beautiful, and incredibly kind girl spooned up in front of him. The thought was so arousing that he grew hard. He immediately rolled over and shook Amy awake.
She looked at him with bleary eyes. She wasn't used to being woken in the middle of the night.
He looked at her with a deadpan face, and parodying an old Trident gum commercial, said, "Four out of five dentists recommend Alan's cock for their patients who suck cock."
Amy got a big smile. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light. She seemed to be content just to look into his eyes adoringly, but then she said, "What the hell is wrong with that fifth dentist? It must be a jealous man."
They somehow kissed and laughed at the same time. He said, "Consider that first fuck a kind of warm up. And you were getting used to it, so you didn't fully enjoy it. Now let's really do it."
"M'kay! It gets even better than that?!"
He sat between her legs and rubbed his hard-on all over her shaved pussy. "It does. I'm going to drill your juicy cunt until you melt. You're going to be fucked and fucked and then fucked some more until your face plain slides off of your head."
She grabbed his hardness and said, "Goody! Let me put it in? M'kay? Or do you prefer to do it yourself? I want everything to be just the way you'd like it so I can be the perfect fuck." She looked earnest and even concerned.
He realized that she was feeling the threat of competition. "Don't worry. When you and I are alone it's just the two of us. I don't think about the others or compare you to them. Really. The way I like it is when we're both having as much fun as we can, so do what you like to do. Put it in, since you like that."
She took his erection in one hand and spread her lips with two fingers of her other hand. She could feel the juices oozing from her pussy. She pulled his cock toward her until the head parted her lips and slid past the wet, slick petals. She grasped the base of the shaft and pulled him completely into her. Her vagina was still very tight, but his hardness penetrated much easier this time around. "Mmmm! Goody! I feel so full! Oooh, yeah. Let me just feel that for a minute."
She kissed around his neck since she was a fair deal shorter than him. She squirmed over his boner, experimenting with what she could do with her hips.
Alan was once again nearly taken aback at just how tight her pussy was. He said, "You know, it's true that when I'm with you, I'm here just with YOU. But I can't help but make a few comparisons from time to time, and you know what? You have an amazingly tight pussy. It's an incredibly delightful squeeze, just to have my dick resting in there. So you're a natural great fuck, from the tightness alone. Anything else is gravy."
"Really?" She was very glad to hear that and the joy was apparent on her face. Though she tried not to show it, she often worried that she couldn't match up to the talented likes of her mother.
"Really." He asked, "Why don't you tell me what you want to do? I'm sure it's all good, and we'll both enjoy it."
Suddenly her eyes appeared right before his. Acting like a kid with a Christmas presents list, she said, "M'kay! First, I want you to fuck me. Then I want you to fuck me in the ass. Then fuck me again. Then fuck me once more. Then you'll probably need a rest, so lick me for a while. Then I'll blow you. You can cure my bad breath, ha ha! Then we can sleep a while but you have to wake me up fucking me again! Then the ass. Then the mouth. Then, if I have any other hole, fuck that too. And then, let's see... By then I think it'll be time ... to get fucked!" She giggled.
A new thought hit her. "Oh! I forgot about Kat. She needs some relief, too. So after all that, she can come in and you can fuck both of us at the same time."
His erection had popped out when she scooted up to his face, so she repositioned herself and guided it back in.
He said, "Aims, you realize that I can't-"
She interrupted. "I know, I know. That's a bit ambitious. But you asked me what I wanted, right?" She looked at her crotch. "What do you think, Miss Pussy? What do you want?"
Amy's voice dropped way, way down. In a playful and funny voice, she said, "I like your schedule, Amy. Tell him to push it in me another inch." Her voice was so low it sounded almost like a Tuvan throat singer.
Alan laughed. "Is that your pussy talking?"
She said in a normal voice, "Of course. Don't all pussies talk?" Then in her low voice, "Beau, you're too big! You're hurting me. It's so stuffy, I can barely breathe down here!"
He laughed some more. "Aims, tell your pussy that she's in very big trouble. I don't like talking pussies. Or at least complaining, sassy pussies. I'm afraid I'm going to have to fuck this one silly until she knows what's what."
The two of them laughed so much about the whole situation that he could hardly fuck. But after a few thrusts they got down to business. For both of them, everything else faded away except for the feelings where their bodies merged.
He thought, This kind of playful stuff is not an act with Amy. No way. She's just a big kid at heart. It's all just too lovable!
She continued to let the entire household know that she was a "screamer." Even though it was several hours after midnight, she couldn't help but scream at the top of her lungs about how great it was to be fucked by him.
Her cries of "Harder! Faster!," "God it's so good!," "Fuck me!," "Take me!" and the like woke up Susan and Katherine and kept them awake. Those cries were actually much preferable to her incoherent screams, which were the kind of desperate-sounding screams that normally brought the police running. If anything, Amy was even louder than she'd been earlier in the evening.
Her cries might not have been the most original things to say, but they truly tortured Katherine and Susan. Amy had a way of making even the cry "So good!" sound like she was being slowly tortured to death. Both mother and daughter masturbated themselves in their beds, imagining it was them instead of Amy being fucked. But the masturbation was profoundly unsatisfying, knowing that the real thing was taking place so very nearby.
At first Alan was taken aback by Amy's loudness and tried to make her stop. He tried to gently reach forward and cover her mouth with his hand, but she just sucked his fingers like they were a penis for a few minutes and then returned to her cries of ecstasy. He soon gave up and took a "when in Rome" attitude, crying and screaming at the top of his lungs as well. It felt good to let it all out.
And now he was really on top of his game. He gave her super tight pussy a thorough fucking for most of the next hour.
The fucking was also a bit of an educational practice of all the sexual positions she was learning. He turned her over and fucked her doggy style for quite a while. Then they did it with him sitting on her, and then with her sitting on him. He lay on her, and she lay on him too.
Even though he didn't want to orgasm more than once, he kept going on just one orgasm for him but many for Amy. During his breaks his cunnilingus kept her cumming semi-continuously. Just when Susan and Katherine thought he was done and were drifting asleep, he would resume after a rest and drive all three women crazy.
When Alan finally came, Amy's scream climbed higher and higher until it seemed she would break all the glassware for miles around. As a good number of his ropes of cum were pumped into her vagina, she screamed, "I can feel it! I can actually feel it filling me! No WAY!"
They came at the same time. Her pussy was already extremely tight, but when she came, her vaginal muscles clenched him so hard that he half-seriously worried that she might break it off. While the intense squeezing was painful, it was a pain that doubled his pleasure, which then redoubled again.
He thought, though he didn't say it out loud, We've got the makings of another Aunt Suzy-type veteran sex vixen here! She's inherited the sensitive vagina from her mother and has the extra tightness; all she needs is practice and I, for one, am up for giving her lots of that!
Since they'd been fucking doggy-style, Amy fell face down onto the bed, and Alan fell onto her. They lay side by side for a while. Once her breathing had calmed down, she resumed her Miss Pussy voice and said, "Ouch. That was so great, but I'm hurting. You got me. I'm all took. That's enough for tonight."
He asked, "Really? Are you sure?" He was relieved, given her wish list.
"Yeah," she said in her normal voice. "I'm kind of sore. Tired too. What a bummer. I didn't expect fucking to be so wearing. I mean, you've been going for an hour. My official boyfriend is some kind of human jackhammer or something! Geez!"
He agreed. "Yeah. You're new to it. Once your pussy gets the hang of it, you'll be able to do much more in one go."
She smiled. "You know the upside? Tomorrow, when I'm unable to walk on my own, people will ask me why I can't walk and I'll say, 'That's 'cos my boyfriend, my official boyfriend, he fucks me so good.' The soreness is soooo worth it!"
They cuddled and kissed a while. After Amy fell asleep quickly, Alan sat up and thought, Now THAT'S a proper first fuck for Amy. What a great, great day. I can totally relate to her being worn out. But what's funny is, as much as I'm worn out, day after day, I just can't get enough. These fucks are so intense! I keep thinking I'm going to simply die of pleasure. I was even ready to go again if she was. It's like the more I fuck, the more my body wants to fuck. It's like an addiction.
Thank God I have Aims. She's happy with me no matter what I do. That's what I don't like: the pressure. The pressure to do a certain amount each day, and keep everyone happy. Damnable high expectations. That's really why I need a recovery weekend. My mind actually needs the break more than my body.
You know what? Tomorrow I'm just going to fuck as little or as much as I want. The next day, too. I'm sure that if I take that as a new attitude I'll average near enough to six times a day anyways. And if women want to fuck me and I don't want to, then tough shit. They need to have the same attitude as Amy. I love her attitude: if you want to do it, great; if not, that's cool too. I just love Amy, period.
Alan went to sleep deeply contented.
But elsewhere on the same floor, Katherine and Susan continued to toss and turn for the rest of the night.