Herbert came, his semen pumping deep inside of her over and over. She could feel his the head of his cock spasming powerfully as it shot his thick load. As he came inside her, Herbert grunted like an animal, bucking his hips, thrusting, so that his penis was deep inside her, as far as it would go.
Herbert rolled off of her, getting to his feet on the ground. He knelt beside her. She was still lying on the couch, sprawled out, trying to catch her breath. It had been a crazy session, much more powerful than the sporadic sex she’d had. Way more powerful and meaningful than the sex she’d had with Ron, the janitor back at the College. She hadn’t even orgasmed with Ron, but had felt obligated to fake it. And this was a lot more powerful even than the orgasms her industrial vibrator produced.
From where he was kneeling, Herbert reached out and patted her hair gently. He held the back of her head in his firm and strong grip.
Roxy reached down to feel her vagina. Herbert’s thick and pungent semen was mixed wither own fluids, forming a kind of stick foam. She knew it was more sanitary to wipe it away. She should probably take a trip to the bathroom and try to let the semen drip out, or even give herself a douche. It wasn’t often that she had sex without condoms.
5. ALASKAN RELAXATION
Herbert and Roxy had moved over from the couch to his bed, a big old-fashioned king size bed, with a fancy wooden headboard. The sheets were fine quality. They were soft, and felt great against Roxy’s body. She could tell just by their feel that they had a very high thread count.
“I wouldn’t have expected you to have a bed like this. It’s so...fancy. So elaborate,” said Roxy. She curled up, lying on her side. Herbert was spooning her from behind. She liked the feel of his naked body pressing against hers. She had rarely felt closer to someone. This was the first time that Roxy had ever had sex and not fled the scene immediately afterwards, uttering some awkward excuse. For some reason, things felt different with Herbert. Maybe it had something to do with the strong, gentleness she felt he had.
“I’ve got a lot of fancy things,” said Herbert. “All my cookware is glass or cast iron, for instance”
Roxy was impressed he even know what glass cook ware was.
“I have the Le Creuset stuff, the good stuff. Got it from a neighbor once.”
“Speaking of food,” said Roxy. “Do you have anything to eat around here? Some take out leftovers or anything?” Her stomach was growling, and beginning to become painful. Now that she thought about it, she hadn’t actually eaten anything since back in New Jersey, where she’d had a Cinnabun at the airport.
“I eat most of my meals at the bar,” said Herbert. “Despite having all that good kitchen equipment, I just can’t bring myself to cook for myself.”
“I know how that is,” said Roxy. And she did. Cooking meals for herself always seemed so sad and pointless, without anyone to share the food with. Roxy usually felt very shy about her weight when eating in front of anyone, and she avoided doing so at almost all costs. She was surprised at herself for asking Herbert about food. It would mean that they would eat together, and Herbert would see her eating. He’d be seeing all the calories she was packing into herself. But Herbert didn’t seem to mind her big body. In fact, during sex, Roxy’s love handles and big breasts had seemed to excite him even further.
“I can run down to the bar and get something. Todd in the kitchen can fry us up some hamburgers really quick. Or, did you want something fancier? I don’t know you city girls are used to eating.” Herbert seemed to grow embarrassed, as if a hamburger wouldn’t be a distinguished enough meal for her.
Roxy smiled to herself at Herbert’s concern. Coming from New Jersey, she had certainly never considered herself refined, but she had to admit she liked that Herbert thought of her in this way. “A hamburger sound perfect,” she said. “Why don’t I go down with you, so you don’t have to go alone?”
“Sounds good,” said Herbert nodding. “Can we cuddle just a little more?” said Roxy. Herbert laughed. “Sure,” he said. “But I’m getting pretty hungry.”
They cuddled in bed together for another ten minutes. It was so nice and peaceful being in bed with Herbert that Roxy had completely forgotten where she was and why she’d come here. She felt like she had known Herbert for years and years. It certainly didn’t feel like he’d been the taxi driver she’d met at the airport. Thoughts of the bear discussion from the bar were completely distant to her now. She’d completely forgotten that she’d lost her job. And she’d completely forgotten that she was supposed to be looking for archeological evidence of some kind of human bear shape shifter.
“It looks so cute,” said Roxy, giggling, as she looked down and swatted at Herbert’s limp penis. It was still quite large, even when soft. It really did look cute though. Roxy had always thought it was strange how a penis could turn her on so much when it was full of blood, but when it was soft she just felt something like motherly attention to it.
“Ouch, it hurts,” said Herbert, in mock pain, making some fake wincing noises that make Roxy giggle even harder.
Roxy swatted his limp penis again. “Look,” she said. “It’s like a little pendulum, just swinging around.”
“Or a snake,” said Herbert, laughing along with her. “Some kind of strange sea animal,” said Roxy, leaving her hand on his penis for a moment. The next thing she knew, she felt it growing in her hand. She looked down, and the penis was rapidly filling with blood, becoming engorged. It swelled and blossomed, quickly growing again to its full height and width.
“I thought you’d taken it all out of me,” said Herbert, looking down at his cock.
“Well, well, well,” said Roxy. “I thought you would have been done too. Aren’t you a good boy,” changing her tone of voice into a soft sort of whisper. “But you just got too excited with me playing with your cock, didn’t you? Didn’t you, Herbert? I was just too sexy for you.”
Herbert nodded. He rolled over onto his back so that his cock was pointed straight up like a spear in the ground. Roxy was on her side, leaning over him, whispering into his ear. Her great bunch of disheveled hair fell onto his Herbert’s head, covering it, and falling into and around his mouth. Roxy ran her hand down his smooth cock, giving it little tugs. Herbert tilted his head back and closed his eyes, letting out a little moan.
“That’s right, baby,” cooed Roxy. “Let’s get all that cum out of you. Let’s get it all out. We don’t want you to have any left in those big balls of yours, those heaving cum cisterns.”
She ran her hand up and down, faster and faster. It only took a minute until Herbert came again. He bucked his hips as he came, as if he was still inside Roxy. A stream of his cum shot out like a rope from the raging tip of his cock. It landed on his powerful, hairy chest and the bottom of his neck.
“That’s a good boy,” said Roxy, reaching up to Herbert’s chest. She ran her hands slowly through his thick black hair. Her fingertips touched the thick sticky cum. She moved her fingers along his body, carrying his cum with them. She smeared the cum all over his chest, giggling as she did so. She bent over and licked the cum. First, just a little taste. It tasted salty this time, but also pungent and sweet. It tasted powerful. Roxy had a momentary vision in her mind’s eye of the distance Alaskan wilderness. That was strange, she thought. But she was too busy licking Herbert’s cum to think much of it. She licked and licked, swallowing periodically, until she had taken all the semen from his chest.
“Wow,” said Herbert. “Can’t remember that last time I went three times. Let me repay you the favor.”
“It’s all right,” said Roxy. “Thanks, but I’m really hungry. I don’t think I can get off on an empty stomach.”
“All right,” said Herbert, looking legitimately disappointed. “But maybe just one lick?”
“You want to lick me just once?” said Roxy, a little surprised. Did he really want to lick her that badly? She’d always thought guys were doing it just so they could get more sex. In truth, she hadn’t had that many g
uys go down on here. They were usually just more interested in shoving their cocks inside her, whether in her mouth or pussy as fast as possible, and cumming as fast as possible.
“Yeah, just one little lick,” said Herbert, in mock pleading voice.
“All right,” said Roxy, lying down on her back, and spreading her legs wide. “Have at it, kid.” She could tell she was already a little wet.
Herbert leaned over, repositioning himself, so that he was flat on his stomach, his head sticking up towards Roxy’s vagina.
“Now you’ve only got one lick...” said Roxy, playfully.
“I better make it a good one,” said Herbert. But instead of licking her, he took his strong delicate fingers and ran them along the outer rim of her lips. She felt herself growing wetter and wetter. It felt like a river down there, or a fountain, with the waters flowing out of her and onto the sheets.
For a moment, she was worried about the sheets. Would her juices stain them? But then Herbert liked her. It was a slow lick, beginning well below her vagina. He used the
wide base of his tongue to connect with her, pressing it against her with firm pressure. It traveled up her vagina, up to her clitoris, where it paused. All thoughts of sheets were gone from her mind.
Roxy also completely forgot about the impending hamburger from the bar. And the “one lick” rule. She was overwhelmed completely by the pleasure. Herbert licked her again and again. He was extremely dexterous with his tongue, using it in powerful and agile ways.
He used the tip of is tongue to penetrate. And he used the flat, broad base to press, lick, and lap.
He was licking, and licking, and Roxy was moaning and moaning. She orgasmed quickly, but felt another one coming, and began moaning in time to that one too. Most of the time, she had her head tilted back and her eyes closed, and mouth open. But once in a while she glanced down.
She liked looking at Herbert’s powerful back and buttock below her. He was stretched out on the bed before her, face down, completely naked. After a few minutes of cunnilingus, she noticed that Herbert had gotten excited himself. The thought that her pussy and her juices were making him hard only excited her further.
Most of the time, Herbert’s torso was flat against the bed. But once in a while he had to get up on his elbows, and his chest rose about a foot from the bed, and his stomach rising a few inches. His stomach came up just high enough that if Roxy looked down, she could see his hard cock pressed into the mattress. It was so hard and big that it made an indentation in the mattress.
After Roxy’s second orgasm, Herbert started moaning a little himself. Roxy looked down, to see that he while still licking her, he had begun to hump the bed. She saw his buttocks clench and unclench. It looked sexy and muscular. He rose up on his elbows, sliding his cock along the smooth sheets, causing an indentation to form. She watched the front of this cock slide up and down, and she watched his buttock clench and unclench.
Roxy found his humping unbearably sexy, and she came one last final time. A moment later, Herbert had gotten himself off by humping the mattress, and he thrust his cock forward and down, clenching his ass together powerfully. He shot a thick load right into the sheets, soaking them through. He rolled over on his side, collapsing against Roxy’s body.
They lay like that together, at a right angle, for almost half an hour. Roxy had never felt so exhausted and relaxed in her life. Once again, she felt she had known Herbert for years, if not decades.
Finally, despite the calm and quiet and romantic comradely, their stomachs were both rumbling, so they got off the bed to get dressed to go downstairs.
Herbert got up first, completely naked. Roxy watched him get dressed, pulling his jeans on one leg at a time. He looked athletic and agile from behind.
Roxy got dressed to, and they walked hand in hand down the flight of steps that they had come up only hours before. The moment in the stairwell now felt like years ago to Roxy. Walking out of the apartment with Herbert, she felt so inexplicably close to him, that she felt almost as if she had lived in that apartment, coupled with Herbert, for years and years. It didn’t feel at all like they had just met.
Herbert paused for a moment on the stairwell. He didn’t say anything, but he drew Roxy close to him. He put his hands around her waist. She felt his powerful, muscular chest pressing against her breasts.
He leaned in and kissed her. It was kiss like Roxy had never had before. It was completely electric. Something warm was bubbling up from her solar plexus. At the same time, a shiver ran down her neck. She felt like she had pins and needles all over. How could one kiss be so powerful?
6. CHANGES & DANGER
They walked slowly down the stairs. Herbert led the way, his heavy boots clunky against the creaking wooden steps. He held Roxy’s hand, and she followed him, like a young doe, being led by a leash.
Outside, the sun was still out. But it was a little lower in the sky. The sun never set at this time of year, and it made Roxy feel as if she was in a magical place, a place beyond the world that she was used to. Beyond the normal world, beyond jobs, professions, money. Beyond routine. A world of love and adventure, of romance and mystery.
They stood together, Herbert’s hand around her back, gazing at the sun. It was weak enough that they could stare directly at it without hurting their eyes. That’s how Roxy felt about Herbert, in a way. She felt he was like some fading sun. He wasn’t any less powerful or beautiful than a full, blazing equatorial noonday sun. But his fury had left him little by little over the years, making him calmer. He was like a subtle flavor that could be enjoyed by the person with a sensitive enough palate. Others might overlook him, looking for the strongest, most jarring flavors. But that wasn’t Roxy. And, like the Alaskan sun, Roxy could look right into Herbert’s very being, savoring him, without getting hurt, without his pasty fury scarring her unintentionally.
Just then, the peace of the sun and post-sex tranquility was shattered. It was broken by the two drunks from the bar. They had finally reached a point in their argument where they could progress no further without actually fighting.
They had finally tumbled out of the bar door into the alley. The short man fell down, and the tall man jumped on top of him. He started pummeling him with punches, hitting even inch of his face and body.
“Oh my God,” shrieked Roxy. There was blood splattering everyone. The short man was losing teeth by the second. Two of them flew out and ricocheted off Roxy’s shoes.
The big man paused for a minute in his punches. He kept one hand on the short man, saying “Don’t you dare move. I ain’t finished with you yet.”
The men had seemed somewhat like harmless drunks earlier in the night. They had seemed like hardworking men who were under a lot of stress, broken and beaten down by an unfair economic system, and battered by the Alaska’s harsh and untamed climate.
Now the men seemed vicious. Both of them. Even the man getting his teeth knocked out and his skull bashed. He had a scary, frightening look on his face. He barred his teeth, and spat blood on the face of the big man, who gave him another punch to the head. This one knocked him out, and his head lolled to the side, his tongue hanging out. Blood poured freely out of his mouth, collecting on the pavement, where it mixed with some dirt and pebbles.
The big man rose up, towering over Herbert and Roxy. He really was massive. He had looked a little smaller than his real, monstrous size, when Roxy had seen him crouched over the bar, sipping his drink.
He wore a flannel shirt, a skiing cap. His jeans were torn and stained. It looked to Roxy like he had been out of work for quite some time. He had an awful look on his face. Roxy had only seen it before on animals. She’d seen that same look on dogs that had been beaten and been turned vicious intentionally. She’d been to the dog fights once with her Dad, and the expressions on the dog, and the vicious way they attacked anything that moved, anything that was living, had scarred her terribly. The image of the fighting dogs had stuck in her memory forever. The scary thing to R
oxy was that a regular dog’s nature could be changed so much. It could be turned vicious. It could be made to hate everything and everyone.
“Hey, look who it is,” said the big man. He practically didn’t say the words, but growled them, like some kind of animal. He was sweaty, his hair sticking to his face. His expression and fury made him look hideously ugly.
“Hey, Slam,” said Herbert, calmly and slow. “How’s it going?” Herbert made a little motion for Roxy to get behind him. They were standing about five feet away from Slam, and his friend that he had just knocked. Roxy wondered whether Slam was really his real name.
Roxy moved to get behind Herbert.
“Oh,” sneered Slam. “You going to protect your little lady, Herbert? Protect her from the big bad wolf?” While Herbert was certainly strong looking, Slam was easily three times his size in sheer mass. He was also about thirty years younger than Herbert. He looked young, fresh, and eager for a fight.
Herbert merely nodded. “If necessary,” he said.
Slam tilted his head back and laughed. “Let’s not mess around, Herbert. You know me. When I get drunk, I like to do two things; fight and fuck. Now, I’ve already fought and one tonight. The only thing I go left to do is fuck. Now, you got yourself a nice plump looking sexy little lady right there that’d I’d like to have some fun with. Seeing you were inclined to let me, that is.”
Herbert shook his head. “Absolutely not,” he said. “And don’t talk about Roxy like that.”
Roxy was scarred. What was going to happen? A shiver ran through her spine. This guy looked like he really wanted to fight, and she had just knock his friend out cold. Herbert did look tough, and she had admired his body during sex, but he didn’t look like he was really a match for Slam. Roxy decided to counter her fear by acting sassy. “What kind of a name is Slam, anyway?” she said, in a mocking tone.
“It’s cause I do the same do the ladies as I do to my friends. Slam ‘em down,” said Slam. “So what’s it going to be? I’ve already fought, and I want to fuck. But if I have to fight again in order to fuck, I’m not going to mind.”
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