Reunion

A/N:
1. The code stuff includes everything I thought of, major or minor, but I haven\'t written the last chapter, so they\'re subject to change.
2. The plot isn\'t linear, but I doubt I\'ll confuse anyone. If I do confuse you, please both accept my apology and then let me know what confused you so I can clear it up.
3. There\'s a plot here - not that I\'m thinking real hard or using that stupid Shyamalan twist-at-the-end plot device, but it\'s not PWP either.
4. I hate typos and correct them whenever I find them, for they are cold as ice, but I suck at finding them (or at least that\'s how it looks to me). Anyway, if you see one would you mind pointing it out to me? I\'d appreciate it if you would.
5. This\'s the first original story I\'ve done and my second porn story, so don\'t be overly harsh in your criticism, regardless of whether it\'s in a review or your head; if anything, please try to be more constructive than destructive.

THE REUNION
by Gus Chiggins

1. Alice

“I swear I’m close,” Alice said.

“You always said that,” Elliot said, slowing his plunges inside of Alice, whose voluminous breasts were rocking just after her body. Holding out this long against her breasts alone had been difficult, not to mention anything else. “...Then you let me bust, only to mention you never came – once I’m done, of course.”

“So? You always have the energy to start up again.” He looked at her skeptically, they being in the missionary position on a couch. He was part-on, but had to have one leg off. “I might hafta encourage you a little, but you always started up again. Then you’d finish me off.”

“True, but I shouldn’t have to start up again,” he said, sticking a finger into her mouth. It’d been hooked under her arm like the rest of his left hand before then – he’d hooked his arms under her shoulder blades to hold her down. Always wanting to touch as much of Elliot as possible when they had sex, Alice’s legs were wrapped around his waist and her hands wandered, stroking his face, rubbing her nipples or her nether regions, for example. While Alice wetted his finger as if it were a penis he finished his sentence: “...Just cuz you were lying.” He pulled his finger out as he spoke.

“I’ve never lied to you!” she said, voice pitching up. Somehow that made Elliot’s balls, connecting softly and tantalizingly with Alice with each of his strokes, shrink with a harsh twitch. He was still slipping in and out of her vagina, but slowly. He was using a condom, though, so he didn’t suddenly think they were at-risk of making this more than it was.

Elliot, at that, snapped his eyebrows into a confused look.

Responding to his semi-question, Alice said, “Well, I’ve never lied about sex. I’m close if I say I am.”

“Agreed, but you have no concept of what ‘close’ means,” he said, then remembered his finger. He’d been absent-mindedly playing with her nipples with its hand. Once he remembered it, though, he reached it to her vagina and did what, judging by her eyes, she’d been afraid he’d do the entire time.

Ungratefully she said, “I know what ‘close’ m – uhh ...” Her eyes rolled up into her head, and she interrupted herself with a deep, involuntary moan. It had such substance it seemed to be the sum of a reverberation of pleasure that started in her feet. How long’ve you been holding that in? he wondered, enjoying how he’d forced that out and how irritated she seemed to be that he’d gotten it, while simultaneously knowing that was exactly what she wanted him to do.

He grunted, feeling a clenching, burning sensation in his penis. “You bitch,” he said, and she giggled at the joke – then interrupted herself with a brief yip of an “Uh!”

She put a hand over the one he had by her vagina, squeezing it while her body clenched at his finger, then let out a moan. She looked like she hated letting it out. “Oh, honey...”

“Haha!” he said, pulling all the way out of her.

They were on a red-brown couch at his house. Elliot adjusted so he was sitting just above her belly, though none of his weight was on her. His knees were in her armpits, her arms free and trying their best to make him pop, and it felt strangely natural. They used to have a routine where just before he climaxed he’d do this and reach back to keep working her over while she finished him off.

Satisfied by the position now, he looked nowhere so he could best position his hands at her crotch. While he worked on that he felt her peel his condom off gingerly. Soft, slow stuff like this drove him crazy, and his sex drive tried to talk him into taking over for her, but he didn’t.

Her hands, hot and a little sweaty, fell onto his penis comfortably, and they seemed to adore how slick and easy to work with the gooey thing was, running up and down his length lazily.

He’d been watching her and got a little carried away, forgetting how angry he’d be with himself if she didn’t come first. He was reminded when he realized she wasn’t fighting her hardest to suppress moans of pleasure, which spurred him on.

Soon enough, beginning to orgasm, she tightened, her thighs clamping on the hand he’d been using in her vagina. His other was balancing him, and next to her on the couch. Her hips started moving like she was a very slow fish out of water. He looked back to her and when her squirms made her move to the side he saw a strategically-located stain on the couch and grinned.

He turned back to watch her, still wearing the grin. It either pleased her or made her mad; her vagina would say she loved it, but the sudden determined look on her face would say otherwise.

But then he fell a telltale sensation in his crotch, sending ultra-quickly-spreading waves of immense near-pain pleasure through his body, but especially in his balls.

Elliot thought “Fuck!” in time to squirm a little.

Alice diverted one of the hands on his penis to his balls, cupping them gently, and moved the one still on his penis very slowly over it, smiling at him and looking straight into his eyes. He enjoyed it, but felt like he probably looked a little dumb. She kept the hand on his rod toward its tip, antagonizing it, daring it to squirt her, rubbing its head.

He moaned an “uh” louder than he meant to, then said “Oh shit” and immediately regretted it – he’d specifically meant not to.

Alice was grinning at him, eyes happily open, when his penis took up the challenge she’d presented it. A marble-sized droplet of pearly white semen ran out, turned into a string and made a plop noise on her upper chest.

She giggled at it and he moved forward a little to look at the droplet, but before he could his first actual shot, a ropey mass of white that seemed endlessly long, raged out with a squirt noise and slapped Alice where her left eye met her nose.

About a second later another shot erupted, making a noise, but one quieter than the first shot’s. He was trying to watch his considerable opening salvo pool over her reflexively-closed left eye when the next veritable string of cum roared out, hitting her upper lip and sliding immediately to her right cheek.

Then his cock issued another shot – I’m gonna come so much, he reflected – making a very quiet squirt noise. It was about ½ the size of the first shot now, and hit her square between the eyes, splitting in three directions –

– he noticed he was emanating a low moan right before each shot came out –

– then the fourth spurted from him to her. It wasn’t weak, but didn’t particularly match up against the others. It dropped a little early and dove into Alice’s wide-open mouth.

As did the fifth, which was almost the same size as the sixth, and went to the same place as the fourth. Elliot didn’t really feel it leave him, his orgasm ending. The sixth shot hit her bottom lip.

A seventh left his cock, about 10 seconds after the first droplet left it, but it didn’t go far. It got about 3\" from its point of origin, landing on Alice’s neck.

The orgasm didn’t seem to end, and Alice certainly didn’t want it to. Whenever he thought his balls were completely empty she’d massage them a little while squeezing his manhood, and then another droplet would join its brothers and hit her upper chest limply.
He stared, listing everywhere he’d hit in his head.

1/2: Her upper chest. Doesn’t really count, but it was fun to watch.

1: Where her left eye meets her nose. That one’d spread, and on impact it’d splashed a little, so it was also on her left eyebrow, her eye, below her eye, on her temple in a thin white streak, and a few dots of it were on her forehead.

2: Her top lip, though now most of it was on her left cheek, running parallel to the larger trail of the first shot. Some of it was running onto the right side of her face too, but not nearly as much.

3: Right between the eyes, though hardly any of it was still there now. Most fell to where her right eye met her nose, but some joined his first shot on her left eye, and about 1/4 of it was running to her hairline. He thought she’d mind that, but she didn’t seem to.

4: (wide-open) mouth

5: “ ”

6: “ ”

7: Curves in her neck.

All else: upper chest

Impressed with his balls, he giggled, realizing then that Alice was giggling too, except she had cum in her mouth, so it was contorted a little.

Regaining consciousness, he said, “W...where am I?” he also realized his fingers, stroking, had been inside Alice for a while. Similarly, she’d not only finished him off but was still working for his come, sliding one hand over his penis and kneading his balls, hardly noticeably, with the other.

She was focused rather intently on his penis, but still split her attention between him and it. After a garrulous swallow, she said, “Good job, honey,” squeezing harshly just below the top of his penis, her hand partially covering the head. He saw a bead of his seed running down her hand. “How long’s this been in you?”

“I’m still going, y’know,” he said, faking extreme disappointment.

“I’m sorry, baby, of course you are,” she said, kissing his penis’s wide-open eye and poking her tongue in.

“Thanks for finishing for me,” he said.

“Are you kidding? You know I love it when you nut on me.”

“True.”

He felt another drop of semen escaping, but before he could wonder where it was all coming from he was suddenly re-aroused. Elliot took in the image of Alice, his load splattered all over her face. While he stared, Alice stuck her tongue out and put it under his penis’s head, putting both hands on his length. He didn’t expect more to come out, but then again, he thought, I thought I was empty half a minute ago. Then another glob of his jizz slid slowly onto her tongue. She retreated a little and swallowed it, enjoying herself. Never mind, Elliot added to his previous thought, impressed.

Elliot grunted and clenched a muscle willfully, making his penis twitch in her hands. Another small portion of his load bled out onto her hand.

“Are you done?” she asked, not wanting him to be.

“This time,” he said. He wanted to say more but Alice interrupted with a “Humph,” taking her hands suddenly off his manhood and hugging herself. Her breasts squished under her arms, making her erect nipples stare like eyes at Elliot. He assumed that if she weren’t laying cum-covered between his legs she’d probably give him the cold shoulder right about now, and mentally noted that some of the dramatic effect of her gesture was stolen by the fact that she couldn’t open her eyes because they were covered with his cum. “I wasn’t finished – this orgasm’s over, but if you’re willing I’ll give you more soon.”

“I’d like that,” she said, letting go of herself. Her irresistibly large bosoms flopped back to their old positions happily.

The coupling of the jiggle with how they’d been squished together earlier was more than he could take. His breathing jumping back to a very high rate, he said “Oh shit,” wrapping a hand around his cock and wanking it at a moderate pace.

He moved a little and put his cock between her breasts, splayed out over her chest. “Squeeze em –”he began to say, but Alice already knew what he wanted, putting her hands on both her breasts and mushing them together.

It was like a melodramatic heavy door’s closing from a movie – Alice’s breasts, a little too loose but huge nonetheless, swallowed up his cock and made it disappear, a hungry monster swallowing its too-tiny prey. He’d have nothing else make his penis seem small.

Elliot leaned forward and started humping her tits, quickly, its shiny-with-liquids reddish pink head poking out of the darkness about twice a second.

Elliot realized the hand he’d used to get his cock into position was still on it, though only by two fingers, and removed it. Humping without holding anything was great.

Alice lifted her head. He hadn’t expected it for some reason but his cockhead began colliding unbearably with her thin, puckered lips each time he humped. She also repositioned her hands so that the thumb of her right one flicked the crown of his cockhead each time he pulled back or pushed forward.

“Oh shit...oh shit...” Elliot said. Leaving himself in her control was hard, but he did it, putting one hand over the one entirely on her tits and using the other to tweak her nipple. His grunts became more frequent and shorter – “Uh! Uh!” –

– and then he popped. It was a little underwhelming, but his multiple orgasm made three spurts of his seed come out. They didn’t get far – the biggest and first one hardly reaching the base of her neck – but they felt incredible, and as he realized when he was done, for the most part, he’d made her come again – where she’d been rocking with him, working toward his orgasm, during the second shot of his multi-gasm she buckled, clenching everything, pushing through the hand of his on hers to squeeze her nipple and making him squeeze the other. She yelped and moaned openly this time.

“That was amazing,” she said, while he thought, Fuck I love that jiggle.

They paused, breathing heavily together. She leaned forward to where his penis had been when he humped her breasts like it would still be there. It wasn’t, and once he realized she couldn’t see he presented it to her. She cleaned it off, then fell onto her back, breathing loudly.

She rested a hand on his hip, raking as much of the cum on her upper chest (most of it being from the very first part of his orgasm) into her hand and putting it onto her left breast’s nipple, then rubbing it and the nipple.

Alice put her other hand on Elliot’s cock and squeezed, agreeing with the way it was throbbing. She squeezed her nipple once, moaned briefly and put that hand back on his balls. It felt particularly slick. Then she began what seemed to be a handjob.

“You don’t wanna do anything with the rest of my stuff?” he asked, acting like he hadn’t noticed he’d just come again.

“It’s kinda cold, but I like it there,” Alice said, and he loved how she played along, though her role was probably harder given it was sliding around on her chest.

“Even the stuff on your eyes?” he asked.

“...Do you want me to feed you your...stuff?”

“Nah, I’m not really into that.”

She sort of interrupted by saying “I didn’t think you were.”

“Yeah. I just thought you wouldn’t wanna hafta close your eyes.”

“Tell you what – if you clean it off me I’ll eat it.”

“Wouldn’t you anyway?” he asked, hoping the sarcasm wouldn’t remind her she had him by the balls.

“Yeah, but...I wanted to make it seem you didn’t have the upper hand.”

He grinned and got to work.

“It’s been four months since I left, and we broke up around then. How many guys’ve you practiced on since then?” Elliot – a kid on a break from the film college he’d gone to straight after high school – asked. What he didn’t mention was that she hadn’t gotten better, but he wanted to imply she had.

“One,” she said, as if he was supposed to know. She sounded a little unfocused, though that was because she was sliding one hand on his cock and massaging his balls with the other. It still felt great, but he’d need something new soon or he’d be desensitized to her style, especially because his penis hurt a little from the amount of ammo he was putting through it.

“You’re kidding, right?”

“Of course not,” she said, sounding insulted and looking too innocent to have that much cum painted sloppily over her face and chest. She pulled his penis down a little and kissed it, then poked her tongue into the head again, making him grunt.

“You’re just trying to make me feel special. You’re too beautiful for just one,” he said. “I remember three guys who wanted you. One moved before me, so he’s out. What about that one guy?”

She grinned, looking a little embarrassed. “We were starting to have sex, but then he asked how it was gonna feel losing my virginity.”

“And then you broke the news?”

“...And he left.”

“I’ve heard of only wanting certain people, but bein’ a cherry-popper’s kinda weird. He must have confidence issues.”

She smiled. “Who told you that?”

“What?”

“A little before we...got together I heard someone say he went for younger girls because he felt inadequate.”

Elliot was older than Alice.

She seemed to notice the shamed expression that burned onto his face. “Not like that, honey. You’ve always pleased me.” He sighed. “So...has that stuff all been in you for four months?”

“If I hadn’t come in four months I would’ve blown your head off, Alice. It hasn’t really been that long since we did this, has it?”

“I guess so,” she said. “I thought you normally came a few shots, but if we went a couple of weeks it’d be four or five, and if we went a month it’d be like six. So I exaggerated. Is that a bad thing?”

“For my self-confidence it is,” he said, then laughed. “Not really, but I did just prove your memory’s not as good as you think it is, so I’m happy now.”

“Shut up and get back to feeding me your cum,” she said.

He raked it off her left eye – it took a few swipes – and fed it to her. “So...how much bigger was that other guy than me?” he asked.

She cleaned his fingers off, holding his hand and slipping one into her mouth at a time. She did his pinky while he asked her the above question, but when he was done asking it she pulled it out immediately. “Elliot, don’t put yourself down like that. I hate it.”

“I know, but I feel guilty for showing you your first penis. I’m only like 5 ½\".”

“You’re 6\" and you know it, and for your information he was smaller than you anyway,” she said. “Plus, you shoot enough stuff to repaint a small house. If you had sex enough you could make yours the standard size.” She hadn’t cleaned his hand off in a timely fashion; the cum on it slipped off and onto her chin, but it seemed to take forever.

He smiled, but felt guilty. I wish she didn’t feel sorry enough for me to say that. “Who told you that? It doesn’t sound like a metaphor you created.”

“It was Erica,” she said. “She’s practically written everything we’ve ever done down.”

“What?”

“She loves being told about what we do.”

“I would not have guessed that,” he said, in time to see the pool of jizz he’d cleaned off her finally come all the way off his hand. It began to crawl down her neck.

“If we ever get together again before you leave, could she watch?”

“Of course she could,” Elliot said, before he could stop himself.

“Really? You don’t have to,” she said.

“Yeah, really. Now don’t ask again, or I might change my mind.”

“Do you have a new girlfriend in college?” she asked. “You seem to feel a lot less ugly.”

“No,” he said, then remembered what he was supposed to be doing, and realized she’d opened her right eye a little – his cum was far enough from it for her to open it partway.

“Elliot...” she teased.

“What?”

“I’m ready to take you up on that offer for more cum,” she said, nudging him as if to ask him to move.