Rick unclenched his hands; Candace would have bruised hips, but at this point, she didn’t care … As he staggered back and sat down in a chair beside her, Candace puffed out, "Now THAT was sex! God, Honey — I don’t think I’ve EVER popped like that!"
Rick stared at her, dazed. "I sure haven’t! WOW!" He stopped himself from asking if it was always that good — Candace had already answered THAT question! "I think my cock’s busted — I blew the head clean off!"
Candace giggled. "It’s right there, Silly! Thank God, too! I’m gonna want MORE of THAT! Bring it over here, and I’ll get it going again…"
Rick stood and walked over to Candace, who had rearranged herself to sit sideways on the lounger. Taking his still hard erection in her hand, she jacked it a bit, "Yeah, it still works — see? I bet we could get two more times out of it, if we tried…"
Rick sighed in pleasure — having someone else work on his cock was a LOT better than doing it himself! "I wonder how the others are doing…"
"Well, they’re not back out here," Candace replied. "Lon isn’t going to have any problems with Beth, but your mother…" She shook her head. "No news is probably good news. Toby’s been surprising, actually, in how well he handles her."
"Yeah." Toby seemed to have the keys to his mother, somehow; Rick couldn’t fathom it. It was a given that Lon wouldn’t have done as well…
Candace could feel the results of Rick’s distraction as a softening of his shaft. "Let’s get ours, and let them handle themselves," she suggested, and leaned forward to envelope Rick’s glans with her mouth.
"Aaahhh!" Rick grunted. "Good idea!"
Upstairs, the couple least likely were coupling madly; Toby was pounding his oversized penis into Jean’s seemingly tiny pussy at a rate of a hundred and twenty strokes a minute — and Jean was encouraging him by enthusiastically lifting her hips to meet him, her ankles wrapped around his ass, and making delighted grunts and whines. Toby’s second insertion into Jean’s vagina had gone a lot quicker than the first, so they had moved rapidly to a frantic — almost abusive — pace! Toby, having gotten his first big load out of the way, was distanced enough from the sensations to require more stimulation than just being inside Jean to get off — and he was going like gangbusters, not really knowing enough about what he was doing to try to pace himself.
Jean, on the other hand, was on familiar ground — or was she? Memory presented her with the gist of a thousand pleasant couplings with her husband — but had any of them been like this? Were the memories dimmed by time, or was Toby providing something new — something more intense, more special, more satisfying? She was riding a whirlwind, a bucking bronco, her crotch smashing against Toby’s again and again with brutal force — and she didn’t care! She wasn’t avoiding the impacts, she was adding impetus! It hurt — but it was too good to stop; the pleasure seemed to use the pain as a foundation upon which to build itself ever higher…
There it was — that feeling that fingers couldn’t provide more than a weak substitute for — and it wasn’t sneaking up on her, either! It was stalking into her mind and taking charge, announcing the victory of physical pleasure over mundane mental objections and concerns — and being extremely forceful about it!
Toby experienced this change through Jean’s expression and reactions; she went from smiling while making little happy whining grunts to red-faced, her smile replaced by a look of incredible intensity while she seemed to be climbing onto his cock from below, her hips snapping. Then she mouthed Oh, God! — but nothing came out — her eyes rolled up, and she went TOTALLY NUTS, literally hanging from him as she clutched him with both arms and both legs and ground her pussy into his pubic bone!! And somewhere in there — Jeezus! — she bit him on the neck!
For Jean, the light at the end of the tunnel was the headlight of the oncoming train! Her orgasm rolled right over her; she was incapable of thought, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure — and her body reacted automatically, looking for the actions the enhanced and prolonged that pleasure. As for the bite — was it a primal need to ensure that her pleasure-giver went nowhere, like the clutch of her limbs?
Jean’s clutch lasted only a few seconds — a half-dozen stunted strokes as Toby tried to keep his rhythm despite her clutch — before she collapsed back onto the bed, eyes closed, moaning, "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" Her head snapped back and forth to the wash of the residual waves of pleasure. Toby dazedly resumed his rhythm, slowed somewhat by the shock from Jean’s insane reactions and the need to recover from literally carrying her for those seconds that she clutched him while she peaked.
Concern for her had him somewhat off his stride, too — had she had some kind of fit or something? Why did she bite him? What was that all about? Was this reaction of hers good or bad?
Jean resolved much of this concern when her eyes opened and she squealed, "Oh, Toby! God! That was… !" The way her eyes shone put things clearly in the good column BEFORE she pulled him down to kiss him soundly.
Toby adjusted his position, continuing to hunch gamely into her through the kiss; when it was over, he resumed his original position on locked arms and asked, diffidently, "Should I stop?"
"Hmmm?" Jean smiled tenderly and brushed a lock of hair out of his eyes, noticing in the process that a drop of sweat was rolling around the right lens of his eyeglasses. "You do whatever you want to, Dear — you’ve just made my YEAR, I think … Have you cum?"
"No…"
"Well, for God’s sake, keep going until you do! You deserve a BIG one! Are you tired?"
N—no…"
"I can ride on top, if you like…"
Toby wasn’t in any hurry to change things, though — he felt like he could go on like this for hours! "No, it’s okay. This is … good…" Good didn’t really cover it, but…
"Well, you just rocked my world, Dear — don’t hurt yourself on MY account! But you should still get yours — I’d feel just awful if you didn’t!"
"No problem — I’ll get there…" Toby grinned. Then he sobered. "You bit me…"
"I DID?" Jean exclaimed. Toby cocked his head, exposing the bite mark. "Oh, I’m so sorry! I must have REALLY gotten carried away!" She shook her head. "I don’t think I’ve EVER come that hard…"
"So you came? That’s what happened?" Toby puffed.
"Oh, yes! Oh, WOW, yes! It was incredible!" Jean gushed.
Toby grinned from ear to ear. "Can you do it again?"
"If you keep THAT up…" Jean replied, then her eyes got distant as she got more in touch with her body, "Yes, definitely. But don’t wear yourself out waiting on me!" Her eyes got fierce. "You get yours! If I make it again, it’s gravy — I’ve already gotten more than I ever expected!"
But Toby’s eyes bored into hers and suddenly, he was all man again — "Try anyway!" And he returned his attention to the action that Jean thought of as intercourse, but he termed sex…
Oh, God, he’s pounding again! Jean thought. He’s bottoming out! And at that point, she started paying attention to HER pleasure again … And it was right there, waiting…