This is a continuation of the original story without any recaps. Read "Helping the Elderly Part I" to get the full story from the beginning.
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Tracy fell asleep in Harry's arms wondering what it might feel like to have his gigantic member penetrate her hungry pussy.
"Harry. Wake up. Harry." Tracy needed to return home to cook dinner for Jim.
"What? Oh, Angel. Thank you for the best treatment a man could hope for!" Harry was still reeling from his orgasm Tracy gave him some two hours ago.
"Harry..." Tracy smiled and put her dress back on. She turned so Harry could help her with the zipper. She reached down and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"Call me if you need anything." Tracy locked the door behind her.
Harry drifted off to sleep soon after she left.
Tracy prepared her version of a Cobb salad for Jim's dinner. The two ate without much conversation. She found herself looking at Jim with a new-found disgust.
"How could I have married such a small man?" She wondered. After having access to Harry's truly remarkable penis, she didn't know how she would ever be able to make love to Jim again, at least not without laughing at him.
Later that night, Jim wanted to make love, but Tracy made the excuse that she was feeling nauseous. She fell asleep with her back turned to her husband as she replayed the sexy events of the day.
The next morning, she prepared a grapefruit for him and discussed the next few days. Jim was going out of town for two days and needed Tracy to pack for him.
After she finished packing for her husband, it was nearly noon.
As Tracy looked at her watch she thought "Oh my! I haven't called Harry yet!" She was concerned that Harry might think she wasn't interested in helping him anymore. Ironically, her phone rang as she held it in her hand, startling her.
"Tracy? Is this you?" It was Harry.
"Yes, Harry it's me. Are you okay?" Tracy's voice was filled with concern.
"Tracy, I need your help. I can't explain it all over the phone. Come over here now." There was a demanding tone in the old man's voice that triggered a submissive response in Tracy. At that moment she realized that she was sexually stimulated by his command. She secretly craved more.
"I'll be right there, Harry!" Tracy left wearing the shorts and tank top she had on and drove as fast as traffic would allow to Harry's home. On the way, her husband called.
"Honey? Where are you?" Jim was expecting a ride to the airport.
"Sweetie, Harry called. It sounds like he fell down or something and needs help."
Jim heard the sincerity in her voice and thought it best to cool his anger for her leaving without taking him to the airport. He gave a deep sigh of displeasure.
"Alright. I will drive myself. I'll be home Tuesday around eight o'clock in the evening. I love you."
"I love you too, Sweetie. Miss you!" Tracy ended the call as she was pulling into Harry's driveway.
She let herself in with the spare key.
"Harry?"
"In here, Angel." She heard his voice coming from the bedroom.
Harry was naked on his bed. His potbelly heaving in labored breaths. He was putting on quite the show.
"What's wrong?" Tracy was visibly upset at the sight of her patient lying on the bed.
"My chest muscles are stiff and I need you to put some liniment on them." Harry had an old bottle of liniment on the bedside table that he pointed to.
"Shouldn't we call an ambulance?" Tracy reached into her purse for her phone.
"NO! Uh, no, no, Darlin,' that won't be necessary. It's just muscle tension under the skin. All in the chest area. I just need your magic hands. My heart is fine."
Harry's plan was to get Tracy naked again and at the very least, receive another incredible blow job. She made him feel on top of the world and he simply could not get enough of her.
"You had me worried!" She sat down on the side of his bed next to him.
"Rub this ointment all over my chest."
"Of course!" Without even a second thought, Tracy pulled her shorts and underwear off and slipped out of her top. Harry felt his cock swell with blood and his heart rate increase.
As she picked her clothes up and set them on the chair in the corner, he could see all of her fine, naked body for the first time. Harry loved the fact that Tracy now disrobed whenever she was about to touch his body.
With ivory skin and a classic hour-glass shape, Tracy was the real deal. Absolute perfection. Huge breasts that hung down slightly, her waist was skinny and her hips wide and round. Her ass was full, but perky. Harry immediately recognized in her a body that could take a good fucking. Tracy had it all, and Harry wanted it...all.
Tracy decided it would just be best to get naked when using oil on Harry. She rationalized this by telling herself that it avoided the mess of getting it on her clean clothes. While she was getting herself ready to help Harry, she quickly put her fingers between her pussy lips and felt the wetness seep out. Her hips moved uncontrollably as she briefly touched herself. She was turned on. 'My goodness! What has gotten into me lately?' She thought.
She sat next to him on the bed and began to put the liniment on the sides of his chest, but soon discovered it was an awkward position. She looked at his body trying to think of a better way when Harry said:
"Just climb on up here, Angel." He patted the top of his stomach as he lay flat on his back in the middle of the bed.
"That way you can really apply pressure to my chest muscles and shoulders." He also wanted her pussy as close to his cock as possible.
Tracy looked at his fat belly and realized that his gigantic cock was taking up the center portion of it. The shape of his stomach would require she straddle him near his sternum, to avoid his penis, which would leave her no room to work his chest muscles. She stood at the side of his bed looking the man up and down trying to come up with a solution.
She decided she would sit on his lower stomach, right on top of his thick, throbbing cock as it lay on his stomach. She planted her left knee on the bed to his side and swung her right knee over his other side and eased her exposed, wet pussy down against the length of his shaft as it lay flat against his rotund torso. She looked down to see that about six inches were exposed and the swollen head jutted out away from her body.
Harry looked with eyes wide open at the sexy white woman straddling him. His plan to get her over to his house for more sex had once again, exceeded his expectations. He tilted his head down toward his chest to see her swollen pussy lips surrounding his shaft. She kept her blonde pubic hair closely trimmed so he had no problem seeing her lips and exposed clitoris. He could also see her wetness glistening against his jet black skin. It was just one of so many sexy sights he had grown used to in these past several days.
"There. Now I can rub your muscles. Tell me if I am too rough on you, okay?" Tracy began to squeeze his pectoral muscles and used her palms to work the ointment into his skin. She concentrated on his chest, but in only a matter of a few minutes she was sliding her sopping wet pussy along the length of his shaft for her own benefit.
She wasn't expecting her position and movement would feel as good as it did. Soon, she stopped massaging his chest altogether and placed her hands on each of his shoulders as she slid up and down the length of his phallus. Her breathing was hot and increasingly rapid. Her clit rubbed against his silky smooth skin with each stroke. It didn't appear that she was in complete control of her actions. Some sort of primal desire kicked in.
Harry placed his hands on her smooth hips and pressed her down against his cock smashing her pussy against his meat. He wanted to fuck her then and there, but she was too far down on his shaft to be penetrated. He thought it looked as though she was trying to have an orgasm simply by sliding against his dick.
Tracy stopped massaging Harry with her hands and was now massaging his cock with her pussy. Her firm hold of his shoulders allowed her to use his dick to stimulate her engorged clit. His hands were forcing her down, up, and across his black meat. Dragging her up and down his body. His black cock was slick, wet, and shiny looking from the fluids of her aching pussy.
After several minutes of this, she began to feel the beginning of a tremendous climax. She felt light-headed and as she began to cum, her eyes rolled back with white circles and black dots filling her vision. Her brain seemed to move within her skull. She groaned, screamed, yelled, and screeched as her body convulsed from a series of successive orgasms that were so intense that she collapsed in a lump of limp flesh upon the old man's chest. Her panting was only interrupted by her repeating "oh God, oh God, oh God..." It was quite simply the best orgasm of her life.
Harry was as hard as he had ever been. What he wanted to do was lift her up and impale her upon his cock and fuck her right and proper, but he settled for caressing her sweaty body and enjoying the feel of her nakedness upon him as she caught her breath.
"Tracy, my hips and legs are a little numb. I need you to work on me for a bit." Harry didn't think that after her series of orgasms she would have the energy to relieve him, but his dick was hard and he wanted to cum.
