Thirty minutes later, he was as ready as he was ever going to be, having used the last few drops in the bottom of the bottle as after shave and the nip as mouthwash. The shot steadied his nerves a bit, too, which was suddenly important; it was one thing to TALK about staggering into a woman's room looking for pussy, and quite another to actually DO it!
Velma lumbered out of her bathroom, having washed her hands to remove the powerful female musk on them from the masturbation session she'd indulged in moments before. 'Dem kids is prolly bangin' like jackrabbits, ' Velma sighed to herself, sliding under the sheets. She glanced at her thin cotton nightie lying on the chair, but she was worked up and generating enough heat to raise the room temperature. Her ribs were wet and sticky where her huge jugs lay on them, so she lay down flat on her back and pushed them off-side to drape under her armpits. If she got worked up again, she could always haul 'em back up where she could get at her nipples. Damn that Ed! She'd been hair-trigger for days since he started makin' them noises!
She was still trying to get her mind away from 'crazy shit' and compose herself for sleep when the outer door to her rooms banged open, smacking the wall. A figure staggered through, then turned and pressed it gently closed with the exaggerated care of the thoroughly soused. "Who dat? Ed?"
"It's the Lone fuckin' Ranger, you silly bitch! Wake your big ass up -- I like my women to know I was there..." The dim figure weaved through the sitting room, waving what appeared to be a bottle, bashing it on the bedroom door.
"Ed! Whatchew doin' here?"
"I come ta see if your big ass is softer than my bunk..." Ed replied, dropping the bottle on the night table. He leaned over her, taking in bare shoulders in the gloom, "Huh, I figgered you'd wear a circus tent to bed or somethin'..."
"Ed! You ain't s'posed ta be here!" Velma came bolt upright in her bed, and the sheet fell a considerable distance -- but not enough to uncover nipples...
"Am, too! You invited me!"
"Ah did not! Whatchew doin'?"
"You're right -- it was more like a dare! I'm takin' off my jeans -- I don't sleep in 'em, ya know!"
"Ed, you crazy fookin' bastid! You don' jes' come inta a woman's room an' crawl in bed wit' 'em!"
"What? I gotta kiss you or somethin'? If you're gonna start screamin', get it over with, so I don't have to go huntin' my jeans on the floor..." He stepped out of them and bent to shuck out of his shorts; a stiff probe became visible in the darkness. Velma gazed at it, transfixed, while Ed threw his T-shirt over his head. "Lessee what we got here..." Ed tossed back the sheet and reached for the bedside lamp.
"No!" A hand shot out and grabbed his, then jerked him, off-balance onto the bed. "Ain't no fookin' way you's gonna see me nekkid!" If'n he did, the bastid would run off, Velma figured -- and it was too late for THAT!
Ed found himself draped crossways over a considerable mass of soft flesh. "Awright," he mumbled, trying to find a way to lurch up without actually using Velma's body to brace on, "bein' you're so insistent... Got that flour?"
"You bastid." There wasn't a whole lot of heat behind the comment, though. Velma was deep into the realization that there was a hard body draped over her. Was Ed REALLY gonna fuck her? Was he even capable? The rod of hot flesh burning into her hip said he was...
Ed's right hand homed in on the heat source, "Hey, pretty wet down here. You been playin' with yourself?" Palm flat on her springy pubic hair, he wormed two fingers between her fleshy outer lips, finding the hard bump of her clit almost instantly.
"Oooooohhhhh!" Velma moaned at the touch. "Damn you, Ed! Cain't you say anythin' nice?"
"I gotta start now?" Draped across her as he was, the mass of her left breast was actually convenient to get to, hanging off the side of her body like that. You couldn't really see the areola in the dark, but you couldn't miss the stiff nipple! It was a mouthful in comparison to anything Ed had ever dealt with...
"AAAAaaaaahhhh!" Velma was halfway to orgasm already! It was as if the mouth on her nipple and the fingers on her clit were electrocuting her; she was twitching as nerves in the two hot spots made her jump all over... Her left hand came up and held his face against her breast of its own accord, while her right went feeling for the hard, hot flesh at her right side...
Ed had a mouthful and then some, and wondered if the big hand holding him in place was going to smother him -- for a fat bitch she was STRONG! Well, he'd worry when things got bad... He put his mouth on autopilot and started concentrating on the games his hand was playing in her increasingly soaking wet gash. Everything said he was in for one helluva ride... A hot hand wrapped itself around his hard-on and Velma grunted, "Oh, Lordy, that's SOOOO nice..." but he didn't know whether she meant his dick or feelings in general, since she started shaking like she was being jackhammered and went, "AAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!"
Yep, THAT was a cum! From the way she clutched his head to her and squeezed his cock like it was going to make it longer and narrower, he figured it'd been pretty good, too! Breaking loose, he wheezed, "Easy, I want to be able to use that thing!"
Velma let go as if the shaft had burned her hand! "It's okay, ain't it?" she worried, breathless from the shockwaves that poured through her.
"Yeah, it's fine. You want it?"
"Uh huh!"
"Roll over and git your knees under ya, then," Ed directed. "I ain't sure missionary is gonna work, but doggy-style will for sure!"
Velma did as she was told, letting the implications of the comment go. Ed knelt up and started probing. "Wrong hole, ya bastid! Down a bit!"
Ed chuckled, muttering, "Another time," under his breath, and shifted lower. There had to be a hole in there... "Damn, I know this thing's been used once..." His cock lodged in an opening that didn't seem big enough, "That it?"
"Yeh," Velma panted. "Hey, what 'bout rubbers?"
"I didn't bring no rubbers. YOU got any rubbers? You ain't on the Pill, or some shit?" Ed got uneasy. "Mebbe..." He started to withdraw.
Desperation put a hand like a steel claw on his right arm. "NO! Don' you go anywheres! You goin' do this thing, NOW! Y'all heah me!" The eyes that locked with his over her shoulder showed whites all the way around the pupils.
"Bein' you insist... Take it easy on my fuckin' arm!" Ed lugged plywood, cement, four-by-four timbers -- but he didn't have a grip like THAT!
Velma backed off, but she didn't let go yet. "Yo' git it in," she muttered. "Ah's jes' offa my red time -- we be safe..." It was the truth, but that was mere coincidence. She'd have told him she was infertile, or had a hysterectomy, or ANY damn thing to get the feel of... ah, yeah, that was it! -- firm flesh passing through the ring at the mouth of her cooze, filling her... "Oooooooohhhhh!"
Ed didn't know it, but his was only the fourth cock to enter Velma's vaginal passage in thirty-seven years! The first time had been back home when she was twelve, when some fool high on ganja had nabbed her in a cane field, fooled by her already oversize titties into thinking she was older. She'd screamed and cried and bled like a stuck pig, causing her attacker to get suddenly paranoid and abandon the attack. The second was at a wild party in her late twenties; she'd been so far gone on rum and pot that she remembered the act vaguely, but not how she felt -- or even who the boy was. Somewhere in the middle, she'd passed out, and tryin' ta find out who done it afterwards was like pullin' teeth... The third time had been 'da Boss', and it had been almost like a doctor visit; he'd brought her into the playroom, had her slip down her panties, put her in a chair with stirrups, flipped up her skirt, and penetrated her, dry, wearing a rubber. He wasn't there long -- she didn't think he even came -- it was just an exercise in making her understand that this wasn't just any old job and she might have to put up with some shit. 'Da Boss' did all of his female servants, and she was no exception -- end of story.
But Armand HAD hung out in there long enough for it to stop hurting and become VERY pleasant; later, picking up on his habits from the conversations of some of his other conquests, she decided that he'd deliberately left her hanging without an orgasm -- a sensation she discovered on her own with the help of her fingers. Over time, it became obvious that a good fuck was something that many women would go to some lengths to obtain, and that men were even more adamant about it -- but while disinterest had turned to curiosity and morphed to craving, opportunities hadn't really picked up...
All Ed knew was that Velma was ungodly tight for such a big bitch... "Jeezus! Don't ya ever use this thing?"
"Whatchew think? Yo' seen a line outside 'a my do'? Pipe down an' move dat ting -- oooh! Holy Jeezus! Gawd!" Ed had bottomed out, and Velma was experiencing new things! So THIS was how it was supposed ta be!
Ed was gritting his teeth to keep from blowing. Ol' Velma's twat was hot and wet and fit like a glove, producing instant over-stimulation. Who'd have thought that the silly bag of jell-o had a pussy like that? Damn! Pulling back out was even better than sliding in; Velma's cunt fought every step of the way, clutching him around the ring where the head of his cock met the shaft. "Damn!"
"Sumpthin' wrong?" Shit, he wasn't gonna stop, was he?
"Nope," Ed grunted, starting the second full stroke, "Just surprised, is all." The second stroke went faster, but was just as good; Velma merely seemed to be conforming to his shape.
"Surprised?"
"Damn nice in there..." Ed was getting rolling, now. "Spread your knees a little, an' drop your head, so's I can bang your clit better."
"Oooooohhh! Take all you want -- Ah got's plenty..." Following instructions brought instant benefit. "Hunh... Hunh... Hunh... Hunh..." Velma started getting that feeling she got when her l'il nubbin got hard and she couldn't keep her fingers away -- but there was somethin' added, the sweet feelin' of havin' somethin' soft an' hard at the same time slidin' back and forth in there, touchin' places that hadn't BEEN touched before... "OoOH shit! Ah'm -- OOOOOHHHH! -- Gonna... EEEEYAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" Velma shook like a wet dog, muscles jumping, while bright colored lights flashed before her eyes.
Ed hung on for the ride; control was out of his hands for the moment. In fact, it was out of his hands in more ways than one -- he couldn't keep his nut in the presence of all that frantic activity! He hauled himself against Velma's jiggling ass and let her pussy -- which was going nuts -- milk him dry, "NNNNNNNNnnnnnnggggggggghhhh! Damn!"
Velma felt the first pulse, and suddenly her whole attention was on the feel of 'dat ting' as it swelled and shifted and hardened even further and squirted jets of cum in her cooze. It was like something urgently important was occurring, something monumental, something she didn't have a word for, something that eclipsed what was inarguably the most incredible orgasm she'd ever had. It seemed as if her whole consciousness was plugged into the lining of her cooze, feeling the impact of every drop while Ed poured spunk into it.
When it was over and Ed's muscles unlocked and he let go of the death grip he had on Velma's heavy shanks and straightened up, she murmured, "Dat's it?"
"Well, yeah," Ed grunted, a bit embarrassed. "I usually last longer, but it's been a while, and I didn't expect your pussy to work it like a vacuum cleaner... Lemme get a snooze in and I can go another round, probably," (he hoped -- it'd been a pretty impressive nut). "Second time'll last longer."
"Lemme up, then," she countered. "Ah gotta go ta da bathroom. Yo' don' want me layin' 'round wit' a cooze fulla yo' drippin's." Funny, the dead feeling that settled in her chest when she said that...
Ed unsocketed his shrinking cock. "Awright. Don't take all night -- I'm gonna have to pee, too."
Velma, backing off the bed stopped, "How yo' know dat?"
"What?"
"Yo's gonna hafta pee?"
"It's how we clean out the tubes, after..."
"Oh," Velma's grin was barely visible in the gloom, "Ah getcha."
Ed, washed out, collapsed on the bed and watched her go -- not that he could see a damned thing in the gloom. With relaxation and recovery came buyer's remorse -- what the fuck kinda fool fucks a woman who works and lives in the same house he did? Now that the little head was momentarily taken care of, the one with the brain in it started up and wanted accountability. What kinda stupid bastard fucks a three hundred fifty pound woman? God knew what she looked like without clothes; she damned sure didn't want him to know -- the bathroom light hadn't come on until the door was firmly closed. Add to that the fact that she was black, and from some damned island place, and spoke English like Aunt Jemima... What the fuck was he thinkin'? 'I probably oughta run, not walk, outta here... ' he thought to himself, but nothing moved. 'Besides, I gotta work with the woman -- no sense pissin' her off, ' he temporized. 'We'll go another round, and I'll go back to my room and if she gets all cow-eyed, I'll tell her some tale and let her down easy.'
Velma sat on the toilet, letting what felt like a pint of Ed's goo drip from her, wondering if she was going to laugh or cry. The preceding few short minutes had been the most amazing thing she could ever remember having done -- but it was over, and Velma doubted that there would ever be a rematch. Some instinct kept telling her she should be hanging on to the stuff seeping out of her -- which was jus' fookin' CRAZY! Like she wanted ED's kids? Of course, on second thought, ol' Ed wasn't THAT objectionable -- an' he WAS jus' 'bout the only bastid ta climb between her legs and leave a load... Bein' two of the others definitely didn't, and she wasn't sure about the third, he might BE the only one! One thing was certain -- if she got stupid and started makin' sweet noises, he'd run like Hell -- IF he wasn't gone already... Sighing, she collected a wad of toilet paper and wiped herself, got up and gave herself a quick look in the mirror -- what parts she could actually see. Turning off the light, she staggered out through the open door, blinded.
The bedside lamp clicked on. "It'd help if you could see..."
"Holy Jeezus! Turn dat ting off!" Velma made for the bed at a dead run. Crossing the bed, she reached for the lamp, but Ed swatted her hand away.
"I gotta see where I'm goin'," he argued, wrestling her arm as she made a second attempt. Fuckin' woman was STRONG -- maybe he WOULD end up chained to the headboard!
Velma, realizing that fighting him naked was giving him exactly what she didn't want, stopped and slid under the sheets. Ed got up and swaggered off to the bathroom, making it obvious that HE didn't care if SHE saw his scraggly grey chest hair, his skinny shanks, or his slight paunch. "Leave the damned thing on until I get back -- I don't wanna knock something over, or break a fuckin' leg..." He clicked on the bathroom light and arranged himself in front of the toilet, pissing on automatic while he mentally reprocessed Velma's frantic dash across the room and visuals from the lamp fight. Okay, so, she was a hippo, all right -- she'd managed to jiggle in the damnedest places on that run! Ed grinned to himself. Funny how much less objectionable that was after you'd soaked your pecker in a woman... Tits hung to her waist, but, damn! They were the size of a couple of small watermelons -- whaddya want! How the fuck was somethin' like that gonna stick straight out? Big rolls under that, and he still hadn't SEEN her twat -- she'd run hunched over -- but from tussling with her he realized that what was there wasn't ALL jello. There were strong muscles in there...
Velma, the sheet drawn up to her neck, listened to Ed's stream hitting the bowl -- a sound she'd really never heard before. 'Damn, dat ting can shoot!' It seemed that much odder that it hung limp when he came out of the bathroom moments later -- did peeing wear it out? "Howcum you're all limp?"
Ed looked at her like she had two heads. "Can't pee with a hard dick..." He stood there, scratching his head. "You ask questions like a fourteen-year-old. How many men you been with?"
Velma knew instantly that if she wasn't careful, Ed would be off like a shot. She broke off her wonderment that that thing could blast away a solid stream of water when limp and answered carefully. "T'ree -- fo'," she replied. "Some of 'em wasn't memorable."
Ed absorbed this, drawing the correct conclusion -- at least part of Velma's sex life had been conducted while dead drunk or high. He grabbed the sheet, "Well, lemme under there..." He fought the urge to jerk the thing down, knowing that it would only lead to fear and embarrassment on Velma's part. Someday, though, she was gonna have to show him the whole package... Shit! Where did THAT thought come from? This little bout was undoubtedly it... Ed's pride had taken a beating from his quick finish -- but she HAD gotten HER nut, and it had apparently been a big one. Still, if he wasn't memorable, either, it might make the future easier on them both... Velma controlled access with a thick arm, granting it, but not displaying any more flesh than necessary. Ed slid in and she snapped off the light while he was settling himself against her.
"Dat ting gonna get hard agin?" she asked.
"Yeah," Ed rumbled, "It'd probably be easier if I had a quick nap, but it'll probably pop up if you give it some entertainment. Gimme a tit..." Hands and mouth went questing.
"Whuffo'? Uhhhh! Oh! Dat!" Ed's lips locked on a nipple and resistance to the idea disappeared. Something about what he was doing with his lips and teeth made sparks fly...
Ed reflected that a kid would have no trouble finding THIS nipple -- it was probably full baby-bottle sized when erect! The quiet groans and movement told him that Velma wasn't exactly despising the attention... "It'll perk up faster if you play with it a bit..." -- like moaning, squirming women didn't give it a jumpstart...
Velma felt around gingerly and found Ed's already rising member. "Mmmmm," she murmured, feeling the thing growing and stiffening in her hand, "dat's nice!"
Ed, assuming she meant his nipple work, went groping for the other. The woman did NOT have soft hands -- cooking and such HAD to be some work -- but surprisingly, that didn't seem to be a problem. The firm, muscular grip of the hand that instinctively jacked him felt just fine...
Velma found the head of Ed's cock to be amazing -- it was SOOOO soft and rubbery, but smooth and almost frictionless... "Yo' be drippin'..."
"Ain't pee -- it's lube. Pre-cum..." Ed unlatched to mumble. Didn't the woman know ANYTHING? Something about that bothered the back of his mind...
Velma verified this. Yeah, piss wasn't slick, like this stuff... "Oh. Ummmmm..." Her attention drifted elsewhere.
"Uuuuuhhhh!" Ed groaned. Velma's thumb was doing this dance on the head of his dick, and the thing was approaching the hardness of an iron bar. Time to play in the wet spot... He shifted his hand downward, hunting her twat by the heat it was giving off. "Spread 'em."
Velma's knees opened wide to grant clearance past her heavy inner thighs, and three fingers began sliding up and down her damp slot, spreading juices already forming there. "Lordy, lordy..." What was SOOO good about having somebody else's hand there? Her nubbin was all hard even before Ed's middle finger started pushing it around, wiping back and forth over it, bringing waves of pleasure... His finger slid on down and seated itself in her hole, and she felt a wash of wetness rolling down from deep inside to prepare her for the larger invader to come. "Agghhh... SOOOOO good..."
"You be wantin' a little dick, then?" Ed husked. Obviously, he was good to go... At this rate, she might jerk him off...
"I be wantin' DAT dick..." Velma squeezed it gently, feeling it pulse, alive, in her hand. "Ah don' think it's... ooooohhhhh... little..."
"Flattery will get you fucked..." 'Jeezus, when did I become a fuckin' wit?' Ed wondered to himself. "Okay, if we're gonna do it like this, you gotta bring your knees up to your chest..."
"Ma chest?" Velma responded, surprised. "Dere's shit in da way..."
"Outside of them," Ed chuckled. "The higher and flatter the better, so I can get all along here..." His hand stroked the flat plane of her vulva from her clitoris almost all the way to her asshole.
"Yo' gotta help," she hissed. "Tuck 'em between..." Velma tugged at his hard-on.
"Okay." Ed rolled over onto his knees, shaking his head in wonderment. Who'd have thought that tits could get in the way? He reached down and grabbed a jiggling globe in each hand and pressed them together.
Velma levered her knees up and grabbed them, trapping her jugs between, "Lahk dat?"
"Yeah..." Ed knelt up, staring at what little of his partner he could make out in the dimness. Squeezed between her legs like that, those jugs might stick up far enough for him to chew a nipple, once he was settled in... Maybe he'd get her one of those corset things to hold them up... What? He shook his head. 'I'm drifting into la la land... ' By then, though, his rubbery tip had found her hole and anything more that what was happening at the current moment disappeared from the consciousness of them both as he sank into her buttery depths.
Buttery. Yeah, that was it -- warm butter, over a surface that fit like a soft glove. Pussy was a wonderful thing, and THIS pussy was some of the best he'd ever sunk his prick into. Probably because it was here, now, but... He bottomed out, mashed against the hard knot of Velma's cervix while his pubic bone ground against hers, trapping her clit between.
"Go slow..." she moaned, writhing. Ed's pole was ironing every wrinkle in her innards, and she loved the feelings that action was providing her; instinctively, she knew that when he sped up, some of it would go away. She wanted a kiss, but he was bolt-upright, far away... They'd never done that, and might never get around to it -- but that wasn't something she needed to worry about now...
Ed backed off slowly, shifting his stance so his hands joined hers at her knees. He took in a breath and inhaled an incredible aroma. One whiff left him fully energized! "Damn! Nothin' like the smell of wet pussy!" Again, he sank his meat into her quaking tunnel, while she moaned, "Oh, Gawd!" in aroused embarrassment.
The slow penetration thing only worked for a few strokes before she loosened up enough to accommodate him; there was no complaint when he shifted gears and picked up the stroke. Instead, the silly twat started constantly moaning, "Ooohhh... Ooohhh... Ooohhh... Ooohhh..." and snapping her head back and forth. Well, he was hissing and grunting like a steam engine, too, for that matter; whatever the outside looked like, her insides were USDA Grade A Number One Premium Fucking pussy! Ed's most recent partner had been the Wench, the previous week -- and, frankly, he never expected to experience better -- but Velma's twat had a certain luxuriousness to it... It was just better shit, no question about it!
Velma was in Heaven! Ed was filling her chock full -- topping it off with a crash against her nubbin -- about once a second! Her titties were rolling up and down on her chest -- if it wasn't for the knees trapping them, they'd be all over the place! If Ed went wild on her, she'd probably end up with two black eyes, but for now, things were just FINE! She shifted her fingers, and suddenly Ed found that they were intertwined with his -- which was the closest they'd come to intimacy, sex notwithstanding. Her grip signaled urgency, so Ed jacked it up a bit. Velma instinctively started this thing where she arched her back on the out-stroke and hunched, lifting her pelvis to take him in -- something that added a surprising layer of sensation for them both -- and her moans became really urgent as the summit came into sight. "Ooohhh! OOOHHH! OOOHHH! OH, GAAAAAWWWWDDDD!!!" The mountain was a volcano, and the top of Velma's head came off as it erupted, producing a fireworks display and an earthquake.
Ed held on while Velma shook like a leaf, thrashing, her pussy nibbling at his cock. It was good -- no, GREAT -- shit, but Ed wasn't done yet. When she went slack, he picked up his previous stroke, pistoning in and out while she moaned, "Ohhh, Lawdy, Lawdy..." breathlessly and her hands rubbed his face, neck, shoulders, ribs, chest -- whatever she could reach. He lowered himself as low as he could get and whispered, "Did ya like that? I got more stretch in me this time -- let's see if you can make it again!"
God, she wanted a kiss! He was sooo close... Her hands came up and captured his head and she lifted hers to press thick lips against his, immediately pushing her tongue into his mouth. Ed froze in shock, but got a grip and returned it, dueling with her tongue. But being cramped down like that interfered with his stroke, and she couldn't keep her head elevated, anyway, so they locked that way only briefly before she released him, again interlacing her fingers with his at her knees.
Ed continued to pound away, having set an effective pace. For a while, all Velma did was shift her head back and forth and breathe harshly through her nose, but then she started making noises again, "Ooohhh... Ooohhh... Ooohhh... Ooohhh..." Ed grinned to himself; she tightened up, too, and her hips started flexing again -- he was gonna give her two! "Aaahhh! Ooohhh! Umm! Ooohhh!" Her eyes started rolling around, and Ed decided to ice the cake, applying more power to the stroke; Velma's grip on his fingers threatened to break one, her eyes rolled up, and she wailed, "OOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWHHHHHH!!!!!" shaking like a leaf, pulsing, jiggling, back hunched and hips lifted to take everything he could deliver.
For Velma, Ed's tool was a magical thing, its blunt head bashing against her knotted cervix while its shaft massaged her tunnel and his wiry pubes abused her nubbin. She didn't have to work to obtain those wonderful shockwaves that raced through her -- she didn't see how she could avoid them! As her third climax of the evening with Ed thundered down on her (the little pops she got from nub-rubbin' before didn't even count!), she hung there, a receptacle, urgently awaiting her fulfillment. This one didn't sneak up on her; she watched its approach, spread, waiting, while it crept slowly within reach, fueling her anticipation before the final stunning rush! The shockwave flooded over her, leaving her only conscious of wave after wave of pleasure that precisely matched Ed's stuttering stroke -- for Ed couldn't keep things steady in the face of the clutching and milking Velma's twat was putting out!
When Velma collapsed the second time, Ed knew he wasn't going to make it to three; that dance her pussy did on him while she came had him too close! "I'm gonna get mine, now!" he grunted, "I got the knees -- hold onto your titties!" Velma obeyed listlessly -- then got serious about holding her jugs in place as Ed set up a shattering pace, pounding her like a jackhammer while he grunted, "Yeah! Yeah!" through gritted teeth. Then he started to jizz her, grinding himself deep while his pole pulsed -- and Velma got ANOTHER quick, flashing cum from the feel of his jism blasting against her cervix from his already pressing cock. It took no imagination at all to picture it shooting through the tiny opening there and into her uterus -- and something about that caused her to quiver in release all over again!
Ed was done; he was fifty, and most of his sex life had been solo shots with hookers, or, when he was much younger, the occasional one-night stand with some desperately drunk cunt after a bar hunt. Twice in one night wasn't a miracle, or anything, but it was more than he'd managed in over a decade -- well, except for the Wench's blowjob practice... Ed was wasted; he all but flopped onto those soft titties, going boneless. Velma let go of her knees, which put her feet on the mattress, and hugged him to her, rewarded by his turning his head and lackadaisically sucking at her neck, promising himself he'd get up and get out of there in just a sec...
The soft snore in her ear did nothing to upset Velma -- it'd be hours before she came down from THIS plateau. She held him and cooed, and delighted in his damp, sweaty weight, while slowly drifting into dreamland herself...