Handy part II
Folks asked for more sex between Michael and Sophia, as part 1 ended with the virgins cumming in seconds. So here we go!
Sophia was standing naked at her sink, doing her morning routine, running her electric toothbrush, looking like a rabid dog with foam on her lips. There was a large mirror covering the wall revealing a short woman with dark hair, wide hips, narrow shoulders and a pleasant face. Though somewhat marked by a port-wine stain the VA hospital had imperfectly removed when she was an infant. She wore glasses with thick black rims, purchased from an optical supplier in India from a prescription she'd measured herself.
Her chest was small, with perky wine-glass breasts. Her nipples dominated the whole breast, conical, large and pointed, two-inch puffies he called them.
Her thighs were thick and strong, with barely a gap between. The flesh around that gap was red and blotchy because of all the attention she'd received last night. Her stomach flexed as she maneuvered her toothbrush to get all the places, turning to watch him, brushing quickly, by rote because she wasn't really paying attention.
Her eyes were on the man standing next to her, Michael. Also naked, standing at his sink, brushing his teeth the old-fashioned way with a normal toothbrush. He used some tooth powder of his own devising, a little baking soda, activated charcoal. And Calendula, he'd sheepishly admitted. Though it was used by spiritualists with broad claims for it's mystical powers, he knew it had mild anti-inflammatory properties that kept gums pink and healthy.
He was strong, taller than her by most of a foot. Padded around the waist 'comfortably' she'd called it when she was on top last night. Pecs that were hidden under the same layer of padding, a little hard to find, you had to grab a wad of flesh pretty tightly to feel them. She'd managed it, and her paw-prints still marked his hide.
His dick was limp now, barely any shorter than when fully activated, which it had been three times since dusk. It was a little raw, he'd deal with that before he got dressed, had some skin cream he'd also compounded himself. Not a pharmacist, he was a trained chemist and had strong opinions about ingredients. This one had a stearic acid base, lanolin and a bit of propylene glycol (to keep from drying out). It also helped keep acne away, a problem he'd had for years until he'd settled on this formulation.
He was looking at Sophia. Well, at her body. Ok, her breasts. He was very much a tit man; just seeing nipples would generally get him hard. This morning for instance. The nocturnal activites had left him sore and a little chafed, yet his dick was finding the strength to respond, if not vigorously then at least obviously.
She noticed, grinned around her mouthful of spit and foamed toothpaste. Spit, rinsed under the faucet, she'd never been one to observe the social graces.
"You horny bastard! How many times is that thing gonna cum in me today, hm? I'm already sore from all the dicking I got last night. My hungry vagina drank all your squirty semen! Yummy!"
Pretty bold words! Nothing she'd ever said in her life to a man before. Would have blushed and been ashamed even a day ago, to think it. But they had an experiment going on: you had to say the sexiest things you could think of, always. Because hearing yourself say it would stimulate your subconscious and make you responses more passionate to ordinary stimulating activities. Activities like sucking and fucking, you'd feel double the sensation.
The experiment had gone well. They'd both cum in a few seconds the first time. Lasted around forty seconds the second time. The third had gone on a good five minutes, but Michael insisted that was purely exhaustion. He kept 'losing his place' because she was bouncing cowgirl, her bobbing tits fogged his brain, derailed anything he had planned.
Just now he was caught unprepared for her sex-talk. He coughed, spitting some of his grey sludge onto the mirror, muttered "Jesus!" and bent to spit and rinse. He had a tumbler for the purpose, was a little more particular about his ablutions than Sophia.
She took the opportunity to get behind him, lean in and cuddle, press her naked body to his backside, both hands reaching around for his stiffie. He tolerated it, as he was surely going to tolerate everything Sophia chose to do or say because he had fallen helplessly in love with her.
Standing in a house yard with his hands in his pockets, minding his own business, and his soul mate had barged chaotically into his orderly life.
He'd first spotted a strange woman stalking along the sidewalk, a grey cloud seeming to hover over her. In overalls and boots, hair in a bowl-cut, big glasses, thick and black. Too shy to attempt a greeting, he'd pretended not to see her until she'd asked for directions. That had set this whole ball rolling, ending up a few days later with them, well, balling and rolling, on his lumpy bed they'd moved into their first apartment together. Impulsively, irrationally, foolishly it seemed at the time but now he was sure, this was where he belonged, it made perfect sense, they were meant to be together.
His dick enjoyed Sophias attentions, enthusiastically. And her absurdly sexy nipples on his lower back were Gawd driving him mad. Her giant clit, stiff, poking at his butt, she was grinding it on him. Michael got hard and started to leak, finding more fluids somehow though he had been sure his entire supply was already inside Sophia's compliant body.
He wiped his mouth on a towel, used it to smear his grey toothpaste spit around on the mirror. Tried to keep getting ready for work, but it was only getting harder.
And, he was getting harder. Painfully so; her strokings on his abused shaft were starting to get critical.
"Hey! Take it easy! That thing has been through the wars. Pretty tender!"
She giggled, let go. Stepped back to her sink, leaned over and braced her arms on each side. Spread her legs and wiggled her hips.
"I know someplace nice and tender, where it can feel safe and loved! My cock-socket!"
He gave in to it, she would not be denied. Planted himself between her solid legs, with one hand spread her meaty lips and with the other found her wet willing hole.
Slowly! Slowly! Don't want to stretch tender parts. But Sophia had other plans, heaved herself back whup! and he was sheathed entirely inside her slippery ribbed vagina.
Michael closed his eyes, gave out a "Huhffff" and put up with it. Not hard to do as her cunt was pulsing, clamping onto him as she clenched her muscles.
"My vagina is eating your cock! Gonna milk a nice big swallow of creamy baby juice out of it! Gonna get knocked up from Michael's fertile meaty semen injector!"
He was not gonna break their five-minute record, not this time, not by a long shot. With her going on about baby juice? His hips were thrusting on their own, erratically. He grabbed her pelvis and held on.
Sophia got inspired, picked up her electric toothbrush and switched it on. Carefully probed herself from under her belly, got the back of the vibrating head on her clit. Her forty-millimeter electric-cattle-prod-sensitive clit.
"Sheeeeeiiit!" That was awesome, being cunt-fucked with Michaels long dong while her favorite vibrating toy buzzed her orgasm-stick, set on high!
"I can feel that inside you!" Michael was surprised, the vibrations transmitted through her flesh to his, making it seem like her body was a vibrating human cock sleeve!
"My pussy is giving you a hummer! It's hungry for your baby paste!"
She was way ahead on sex-talk; he struggled to come up with his own.
"You want my creamy cock-paste in your mouth? Clean those teeth with my busy little sperm? Make your smile gleaming white with my cum?"
"Fuck yeah!" She felt pulsing inside her that she'd learned meant Michael's Cumming! Wriggled out of his grasp, her cunt slipping off of his already-throbbing cock with a slickery pop! Knelt and took him in her hands, aimed his wet semen pump at her face.
Wow! This was a place Michael had never imagined himself: spraying his load in his soul-mate porn-girl's open mouth! Something about her empty maw, her wide eyes magnified by those glasses! Her ridiculously provoking nipples below. Her long tongue stuck out, the pointy tip curled, quivering, begging for his jizz!
"Uuhhhh" and his hips jerked, he spurted, a ropy load spattering her lenses, her nose, her upper lip. The second hard squirt landed on her lips, a good bit disappearing into her open mouth. Her head darted forward, took his tip in her lips and suckled it like a hungry calf, suck suck suck, milking his cock with both hands, just drinking him up like she was having a breakfast cum-treat.
