"But that's enough foreplay. Now it's time for the main event!"

"But that's enough foreplay." he then told you, grabbing you by the arms and forcefully pulling you onto the bed beside him. "Now it's time for the main event!"

The next thing you knew you were laying on your back, with your still rock hard erection pointing up towards the sky, watching as Randall then proceeded to mount you. You'd barely even had time to recover from having your face between his legs and now he was already gearing up to fuck you. Miss. Card's body must really be insatiable when it came to sex!

"You ready for this, dude?" he asked, peering down at you from behind his gigantic globes, still wearing a wicked grin.

"Yes." you squeaked, your response barely even audible. It didn't matter what you'd just done, or the discussion you'd just had, nor did it seem to matter that you knew fine well this was still just Randall hovering over you now completely naked. All you could see right was the teacher you'd had a crush on for well over a year. All you could see was Miss. Card. Miss. Card was going to have sex with you, and as incredible as that would surely be, you still couldn't help feeling hugely intimidated by the prospect.

Fortunately Randall seemed to notice this, his soft voice breaking into a warm and comforting giggle. "I told you, Tim, just relax." he assured you, rubbing gently at your arm. "This is gonna be a hell of a lot better than any Ben Stiller comedy, that's for damn sure."

Nodding in agreement his hand then made its way downwards, finding your penis, causing your entire body to shiver as you let out a silent little moan. Oh God. Please don't come yet. Please don't let me come yet. you inwardly chanted, terrified you were going to end up blowing too soon, Randall's touch feeling practically electric. You were so charged up right now, your body filled with just about every emotion under the sun - fear, excitement, anxiety, arousal - that it really did seem like anything and everything might set you off. The last thing you wanted to deal with on top of everything else was that embarrassment.

Tightening his grip, Randall then began maneuvering his crotch towards your own, your gaze following as those delicate fleshy folds between his thighs (that mere minutes ago you'd been feasting on) now hovered above your straining erection. You had vague memories of this happening before of course, but seeing it now, lucid and sober was virtually beyond belief. This was like your greatest fantasy coming true right before your very eyes. You were about to enter there. You were about to enter Miss. Card's vagina.

"Mmmm." Randall moaned, biting lightly at his bottom lip as you felt the tip press against his opening, using his hand to momentarily tease the moist tunnel before rubbing at his hard clit.

Oh fuck me! you gasped, increasing the frequency of your mental chanting. You hadn't even penetrated him yet and already you could feel an orgasm building.

Closing your eyes tight and gritting you teeth while Randall continued to tease you, you managed to somehow keep it together, recalling in your mind the two previous sexual experiences that you could fully remember (that awkward morning with Randall, as well as your first and only time with Allison), having on both those occasions actually found the strength to last. This was to be a much different experience from those however, that much was definite. Randall was no longer shy and retiring about fucking you, nor was it his first time, seeming completely at ease and in control of this situation as he then rather unceremoniously pushed himself down around you, allowing you to slip right inside.

It felt incredible, the sensation of his warm wet hole swallowing up your member, his vaginal muscles tightening around it as it went. "God, I really needed this." he grunted, resting his full weight against your pelvis and his large succulent ass cheeks against your thighs. He looked every bit as happy as you felt right now, there being no question in your mind that he didn't want this just as much as you did. "See. This isn't so bad is it?" he said, looking down at you with those big sexy brown eyes, purposefully squeezing at your penis as he did.

"Nuh...no." you replied (having some difficulty speaking due to the sensation), breaking into a grin of your own. "It's not bad at all."

"And it's about to get a whole lot fucking better!" With that Randall began ever so slowly rolling his hips, grinding his crotch against your own for several minutes before finally lifting himself up and plunging himself back down, riding the entire length of your cock. The sight was positively breathtaking, watching as this ridiculously curvy older woman gyrated rhythmically above you, her massive breasts bouncing and jiggling with every move as Randall's pace quickly grew faster. Jesus. This really is amazing. Randall is the best fucking friend ever! you thought to yourself, forgetting in this moment any and every recent incident where he'd wronged, frustrated, or just deep down pissed you off. Here he was now fucking you with that incredible body. What other friend would do something like this? ...What other friend could?

Spurred on by this thought, as well as the wondrous vision before you, you decided to give yourself over wholeheartedly and assist him in this endeavor. Thrusting your own hips to meet his, you were rewarded with the delightful squelching sounds of your penis penetrating his now soaked vagina, the speed and ferocity of which was steadily increasing. Instinctively your hands reached for his slender waist, almost as if on auto pilot, the boldness of this move surprising you. Though he was currently bouncing up and down on your dick, riding it for all it was worth, for some reason such a small and intimate move did feel kind of weird and you were worried for a moment what his reaction would be. As it turned out Randall seemed to approve, flashing you another reassuring smile before moving his own hands on top of yours, leading them slowly up over the soft little bump of his belly up towards his two quivering mounds.

"OOOooooh God!" he squealed as your fingers dug hungrily into the vast softness of his mountainous breasts, pinching and pulling at his incredibly swollen nipples. "That feels so fucking good!" he told you through gritted teeth, his voice carrying an air of both pleasure and pain. "Keep...keep doing that, dude! PLEASE keep doing that!" The neediness in his voice was every bit a turn on as the actual act of groping his tits and doing as instructed (recalling from somewhere in the depths of your brain mention of them being extra 'sensitive' now), you squeezed the huge globes of flesh even tighter, twisting at a puckered brown nipple with one hand while swooping up towards the other with your mouth. This appeared to have the desired effect, Randall letting out a wail of pleasure like you'd never heard before as soon as your lips closed around his teat, sucking in as much of his breast as you could manage. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK. FUCK!" he screamed, pushing you back down against the bed and practically suffocating you with his chest, all the while slamming his pelvis down hard as his entire body soon began to shake.

He was cumming again. You could feel the inside of his vagina twitching around your cock, just like it had done around your fingers. Unlike before though, this one seemed to go on forever, with Randall moaning and groaning wildly as his body continued to ride you. Clearly this wasn't just a regular orgasm (or at least it wasn't like one you'd seen before), this seemed more like the kind you'd heard of but never seen... Fuck me. Is Randall having multiple orgasms? You didn't get time to answer, the sensation of his tight wet tunnel milking you, added to the taste and texture of his mammoth mound in your mouth (not to mention his earth shattering feminine screams) finally being too much for your body to take. Letting out one last loud pleasure filled groan of your own, you released his swollen nipple from between your lips and gave one final thrust, exploding deep within him.

While your orgasm came and went quite quickly, Randall's it appeared had yet to die down, his body still violently spasming atop you for almost a full minute longer, his long dark locks thrashing from side to side and his fingernails digging rather painfully into your thighs. You'd never seen anything quite so incredible, or an orgasm last quite so long. As good as you currently felt right now, you had to admit His certainly looks better!

"Holy fuck!" he finally exclaimed, letting out a deep breath and collapsing on top of you.

"Are...Are you okay?" you rather tentatively asked, not entirely sure what it was you'd just witnessed.

Panting slightly, sounding positively exhausted, he softly replied, "Yeah. I'm good." letting out a giggle as he did. "I just... I haven't had one like that for a while."

For a moment you considered delving further into this as his sweaty, heaving body pressed up against you, but thought better of it. You might have just fucked each others brains out (in Randall's case almost literally it seemed) but that didn't necessarily mean subjects like this were suddenly going to become any easier to broach - at least not until you'd properly gotten used to this whole arrangement. Maybe next time, you again told yourself, contented to just lay there for now, your naked bodies entwined, basking in the afterglow of the most epic sex you'd ever experienced.