Chapter 8
Eve pulled back on Alan's big cock, taking a long smooth grip on it with her lips and dragging them straight up the lengthy shaft. She pursed her lips and gave him all the suction she could give him.
She continued to hold on to the base of his cock while she began to slide up and down on that gorgeous slab of meat.
Her tongue moved in rhythmic gliding strokes, all the way down as far as she could go, then right back up to the big thick shiny head. She ran her tongue all around the surface of that beautiful cockhead, sending shivers of ecstasy all through Alan's loins as she sucked.
And it was doing wonders for Eve's cunt, too. Little trembling waves of aching desire rippled all through her crotch, and she began to feel a lot of wet sticky cuntjuice sliding out of her as she worked him over. It wasn't easy keeping your cool when you had that much cock in your hands and your mouth and your throat. She sucked him with faster strokes and let her tongue flick back and forth across his cock as her head went up and down.
Eve was leaning over Alan on all fours now, and her luscious full tits hung down like soft meaty gifts from heaven, swaying lazily against Alan's legs. He felt them bob and nudge against him and he reached down and fondled one as she sucked him.
It was smooth and creamy-white, and the large pink areola was dotted with goose bumps as his fingers encircled it. Her nipple came up erect and hard and Alan played with it for a moment, then dropped it suddenly as Eve began to twist and turn her head and suck on him with harder and harder urgency.
She gripped his balls and felt his muscles tighten there as he began to moan and whine with impending rapture. His body was stiffening and he shoved his legs out straight as he strained and stretched to savor the excruciating delight of her torturous sucking and urging.
"Oh, Denise, baby!" he groaned. "Suck me, baby, suck me. I'm almost ready ..."
She went into a frenzied, almost furious state of excitement, gulping his prick in swift, firm, wet strokes and running her tongue flat and warm up and down his throbbing shaft, slithering over the bulging veins and the stone-hard ridges all along its entire length.
Her body was a flurry of motion. Her hair flew and her tits slapped back and forth, banging against each other with soft but urgent smacks.
She sucked him hard, and the flesh of her cheeks sunk in so far as she drew up on his cock that the flesh actually touched her teeth.
Alan was swimming in her saliva now. She was letting it run from her in great streaming gobs, and it slid down his prick and into his hair and down over his balls.
He squirmed and twisted under her tormenting tongue and hot suction-filled lips, flying up and down his hot straining prick. He was moaning steadily now, and she sensed that the time was near when he would be ready for that sweet blissful eruption of his cum-filled balls.
She was right. Just as the thought was crossing her mind, he started shaking in the ass, then the knees, then all his legs and his belly, and then he heaved his ass up in the air, shoving his cock far into her throat and letting fly a hot and enormous shot of jism. It was thick and creamy, and Eve gobbled like a hungry child.
It came rolling out in load after load from that tremendous prick of his, spewing forth in gobs of oozing whiteness as his muscles contracted and released over and over in one of the most incredible orgasms Eve had ever witnessed in her life.
He came just like he was built-big and heavy. Alan was one of a kind, she realized. His tool was a monster, and his cum was like pie-filling. And there was nearly enough to make a pie.
The thought made her smile, even as she was sucking up his jizz and he continued to twist and moan. Wouldn't that be fun to make, she thought. A cum pie! I'll have to remember that.
"Ohh, Christ, Denise! Ohhh, God! That was fantastic!" he moaned. "I felt that way down in my toes! I never came so hard in my life!"
"That's just for starters, baby," she said softly. "I've got lots more in store for you. The evening's young."
Just as they started to relax from her heavy sucking, the bell rang. A customer wanted gas.
"Oh, shit," Alan said, jumping up to don his Levi's. "Just don't go away, sweetheart," he said. "I'll be right back."
"Don't worry, you couldn't get me out of here with dynamite!" She laughed, then lay back on the bed as he rushed outside.
Eve closed her eyes and stretched out, yawning and feeling better than she had felt in months. She'd had a lot of good fucking and lot of good sucking, but nothing could compare with this one. Alan was like a sexual diamond-a Hope Diamond of young studs. How could she have been this lucky, she thought.
Her hands wandered down to her crotch and she felt the thick gooey dampness in the soft hair of her pussy. Cuntlips wet with juice, warm to the touch, and a cunthole that was just waiting and ready for that big pounding prick of Alan's.
When he came back, she decided, it would be time to show him that she wasn't like a lot of girls he knew. She'd take that cock of his and he could ram every damned bit of it up into her. She wanted it all-not one tiny fraction of an inch less would do.
And she'd fuck him hard and she'd give him all the tricks she could think of to make him feel good! It was the least she could do, she thought. Even if it hurt, she'd make this a night Alan Hopkins would never forget.
"Sorry about the interruption, baby," he said, unzipping his pants as he came back into the room, "but business is business." He dropped his Levi's on the floor and his cock was as hard as ever, ready for more.
"Yeah, I know," she said, smiling. "And now I'm going to get some of your business, I hope. I want to feel how you feel-your beautiful, big cock, that is."
She spread her legs wide, opening up that downy reddish-orange pussy and those luscious creamy thighs for him.
Alan stood over her, letting his eyes drink in that magnificent body for a moment-the full, soft, round tits with their tantalizing nipples and big pink areolas, the shimmering red hair, the green eyes that made his heart melt and his cock stiffen.
He brushed his hand along her flat smooth belly and into her sweet bushy cunt.
"Jesus, you are one hot fucking body!" he moaned. "I never saw anybody with a more perfect set of knockers and better shape than you've got. I hope you're ready for this, because I can't hold it back any longer, sweet baby."
"That's what I want, Alan," she whispered, her eyes half-closed. "Give it to me good."
He crawled onto the bed between her legs and poised himself over her on his knees. His cock was so unbelievably long, he had to fuck her at an angle that gave him the most penetration in order to avoid killing her with his mighty meat-stick.
Alan spit in his hand and smeared the glop over the end of his prick, lathering it up for the entry. His other hand went to her cunt to see how wet it was.
"Don't worry ... I'm wetter than hell," she said. "Don't worry about me, just fuck me, baby! Fuck me just the way you want to."
Alan was so hot he couldn't even think. His elephant trunk of a cock stood out hard and pounding, and he was breathing heavily. He stared down at her sweet inviting pussy with lust-filled eyes, sort of glazed and unseeing, and he moved in for the moment Eve had been waiting for.
His cock touched those moist pink pussylips, parted with its wide shiny head and gently eased inside. Eve felt like a grease-covered baseball bat was beginning its ride into the far reaches of her hot cunt.
Alan realized the enormity of his own prick and moved ahead cautiously, shoving it into her inch by inch, letting her cunt-walls adapt to its enormous girth and spread out as her muscles relaxed.
She felt him sliding into her, pressing her open firmly, the heat of his cock spreading through her like it had just come out of an oven. She felt the hard throbbing meat push against the sides of her cunt, pressing the walls out.
It slid into her smoothly, but slowly, lubricated by an abundance of cuntjuice. She'd been leaking ever since she started working on his monstrous prick, and now she was so wet she felt like Alan was riding into a tunnel of melted butter as he eased his prick up farther and farther inside her trembling, anxious young body.
"My God, Alan, you're jamming me right full of cock! I've never felt so crammed full before in my life! Ohhh . . . uugghh ... I love it! Just give in to me . . . give it all to me!"
"Okay, baby, but just let me know if I'm hurting you," he said.
That's what she liked so much about Alan. He was so big and strong and hung so heavy, yet he was gentle and considerate-not like Sgt. Ridgeway had been. What a fantastic joy to fuck a guy like Alan! This sure was her lucky night!
Alan kept easing it in, slowly but surely, pressing his hips forward and watching his wide bulging prick slide into her stretched but supple pussy. Only about six more inches to go, and he'd have it all the way in. He'd never gotten it all into any woman before, and he didn't think there was a chance that Eve could take it, either.
But he didn't know her determination. She knew that a cunt can stretch a mile and, if properly handled, a woman can take on a prick of almost any size. The trick is in relaxing completely and taking it slowly until the cunt adapts. When you tense up, afraid of being hurt, she knew, that's when you block the way and make it impossible to take a lot of cock.
"Almost there, baby . . . just a little more ..." he grunted, shoving the last of his outlandish prick into her.
"I'm okay," she said. "Lots more room. Let me have the rest."
Alan gave one final gentle shove with his hips and couldn't believe what he saw when he looked down between his legs.
His hairy balls and big clump of dark pubic hair were flush against Eve's beautiful quivering pussy.
He was all the way inside her! All fourteen inches of hard cock was lodged inside her warm wonderful body! He'd never known such a moment, and he couldn't help shivering all over at the delicious feeling she gave him.
Her body was shaking now, sending messages of lustful desire through his pounding prick, making him wish he could leave his huge pecker imbedded right where it was until he died.
His prick was too big to get his fingers completely around, and her cuntlips were pushed out to the sides like the cheeks of a young boy with a mouthful of popcorn.
Alan began carefully to pull his cock back now, in the start of a pumping motion he hoped she could take. He drew his big prick back out-only seven or eight inches-and let it go in again, then out and in and out and in-a little faster each time.
Eve closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around his neck. He grasped her under the ass and began to slide his cock in a smooth, steady rhythm that she felt all through her body.
Her cunt was aching with need and crying for the fucking of her life-and she knew she was going to get it. She was absolutely packed tight with prick. It swelled inside her and rubbed hard against her pussy-walls. But it moved smoothly, without friction, and the pressure it created inside her was a churning, gut-fucking pressure that turned her in-. sides into a mass of trembling, shaking flesh.
Almost at once, she felt her passion mount to a fever pitch. She'd never been fucked like this before. She'd never felt anything so agonizingly erotic, so cunt-wrenching.
She began to heave her ass and slam against him, drawing that hard cock way up into her belly, fucking him as he fucked her.
Her whole body turned into a frenzy. She clung to his shoulders, and her face was a picture of lustful wanton pleasure. Her tits bobbed and flopped, and her eyes were squeezed tightly, her teeth clenched.
"Hhhuuhh . . . " she whimpered over and over, whining and crying and tearing at his back as he fucked her faster and faster.
Alan realized she could take it, and he began to fuck her like he had always wanted to but never dared before. He plunged his long red prick so far into her body, he felt like he was hitting her ass. It disappeared in her only to come sliding out-way out-and back in again. His strokes were nearly as long as most guys' cocks, and he still had seven or eight inches left inside her at the height of his backstroke.
Her cuntjuice was flying all around the base of his cock, spurting out and against him as he fucked her. Her luscious smooth thighs brushed against his chest as he rammed the cock to her.
His incredible fucking and the emotional state into which she had worked herself ever since she first saw his mammoth cock, got to Eve quickly.
"AAAIIIEEE ..." she screamed, raising her back up off the bed and lunging at him full force. She threw her head back, and the only part of her touching the bed was the hair on top of her head.
She had all of his cock stuck in her to the hilt. It crammed every little nook of her cunt-canal, and she showered it with juice as she exploded in a furious outpouring of her passion.
"Ohhh . . . God, Alan! My God! My God!" she screamed as she came back down, her body writhing and bucking and fucking him furiously and savagely.
He didn't slacken his pace even a bit. In fact, he began pumping her with even, long, more strenuous thrusts. Her tremendous come had turned him on so hard that he lost his head and shoved his prick into her in massive thundering doses of sexual abandon that might have ruined some girls forever.
But not Eve. She took every one of his long pounding strokes and flexed her cunt-muscles as she jerked and twisted and coaxed him to let her have his ball-emptying explosion.
They were fucking so hard, it wouldn't be long. It couldn't be-and then he reached that peak of erotic insanity, where he lost all sense of hearing and sight and smell.
And just as Alan fired off a salvo of hot cum, Eve poured out her second explosion at the same time.
Their bodies were pressed together like they were glued as he hunkered that big cock of his up and up and up into her hungry cunt, and she screamed and whined and cried and wrapped her legs around him.
He was shooting his load, with more and more gobs following right on its heels as she unleashed a cascading river of juice.
Alan wrapped one arm around her back and another under her ass as he was still spurting his cream into her, and he picked her right off the bed.
Her arms were wound tightly around his neck, and she slid her legs around his hips and locked her heels.
His cock was so far up in her, she felt like she was impaled on a giant-sized spear of hard flesh, and he stood on the floor and fucked her and fucked her and fucked her . . . Right there in the middle of the floor, he held her and fucked her and she didn't worry for a second that he would drop her. He had the strength of a bull, and she didn't even think about that.
All she wanted to do was ride his cock, and she did for the rest of the night. He fucked her again standing up, with her half-sitting on his cock. It angled into her in a delicious way, and she felt it hitting every possible sensuous part of her cunt.
She was delirious with excitement and fulfillment, and before the night was over she had come fourteen times-one for each inch of this sexual superman's prize prick!
In the weeks that followed, Eve went back many times to see Alan and help him pump gas through the night. Of course, he pumped more cock than gas-but that's the name of Eve's game, after all.
But despite her love for Alan's cock and the way her pussy responded to his fucking, she couldn't see him every night-too much of a good thing and it loses its flavor. She wanted to keep him interested as long as possible.
So she had lots of other calls to make, lots of other cocks to suck, lots of other pricks to fuck.
And that's how she came to meet Leslie Barker.
Strange fucking case, that Leslie Barker, as Eve found out not long after that first encounter with Alan.