Time for some reflections…

Ed was barely winded as he gained focus again. Sam’s cute little face looking from his chest, panting hotly. Still the shivers from her flooded and leaking folds, washed up her in waves. Her eyes fluttered with each feeling, riding one the greatest fucks ever felt. Ed may have been oblivious to his new powers of sexual prowess but Sam had yet to land.

Slowly, he rolled her off him. Weakly whimpering at loss but unable to move as they continued their light thrashing. He felt warm and began to stand, his legs were a bit uneasy. Quickly his shirt was wrapped over him and thrown. He was a bit shocked at what he saw.

No longer the pasty nerd kid, there was a bit of meat there. His arms showing more than the years of typing should. The faintest four blocks traced at his stomach. His attention was quickly traveling further down to the demanding sight of his dick. Even in its semi placid state, it was much larger than he remembered. He’d even showered a few hours ago, his previous length now his flaccid would certainly have been noticed. All of which pushed his much larger churning sack. His hand had been absently feeling himself, reaching his organ pawwing.

Its size wasn’t it's only change, slowly stroking with both his hands. Slowly lost to his own pleasure and growth and self learning. It felt so taut as it began to rise in his grip. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, teasing himself above her.

Sam let out a breathy moan, taking his attention down.

She had been watching for clearly long enough. She hadn’t recovered much, her head only turned on its side. But enough to see him, shirtless and stroking his manhood. Her ass reflexively raised, her hand attempted anything close to what it now demanded. Sam whined more as he watched as her fingering pushed more and more.

His dick roared to life in his hands, at her puny mewings. He turned the beast to her, climbing down to her. The hot organ now probed at her, eliciting a happy sway of her hips. Her lips made way for his steely flesh. Again his plump head made a triumphant push into her tight depth, causing a series of tremors.

Her muscles fell, her back collapsing. Unintentionally giving him deeper penetration, which he took every inch. Feeling her shuddering from another series of climax all to routine to the rookie. Her drool covered satisfied face told him he was doing *something* right. The added weight beneath his thrusts noticeable slapping sounds. They grew in both speed and how wet they sound.

He was a machine working in her, pistoning fully in and out effortlessly. While breathing quickly, it wasn’t winded. He was made for this.

Again there was Ed rutting over and over into the fucked **** body of Sam. Her body is still basking in the waves washing through her, feeling his heat drive in and drive her. It was like a never ending revving and drag race at the same time. Her mind was certainly not coming back for a while.

Her moans now just grunts, which just as easily could have been his pounding the air from tiny form. With a final charged grunt, he pulls her closer and himself deeper still. A tightness again in his balls, quickly emptying another inhuman amount. Having filled her completely, his seed bubbled and dripped down her. His still nearly rigid tool was pulled from her now gaping hole, still leaking a steady stream of his seed. She collapsed back into the blanket now drenched in a mix of her sweat and their spunk. Mindless her fingers try to hold in her new warm stuffing, amidst her tremblings.

He could only smile at his handiwork, looking just passed the still throbbing tool that helped him get there.