The Bikini Pt 03 Erica Meets Big Al

(Author's note: All rights reserved; No sex with participants under 18; This is part three of what is planned to be a six-part series. Part IV has been started but has no planned completion date.)

The Bikini Part III - Erica's Encounter with Big Al

Erica

My adventures with my husband Johnny and our associate Mike, started when Johnny and I went to the mall to buy a Bikini. Mike accosted us as we were leaving the mall and convinced us to listen to the services he was providing. We allowed him to come home with us and describe the plan. It's still a little incredible to believe, but Mike succeeded in seducing me while Johnny was watching. After a fantastic sexual encounter with Mike, I had even more fantastic sex with Johnny.

After a few days I talked Johnny into asking if Mike would like a repeat. Mike explained to Johnny and then Johnny explained to me that that was Level One of the training programs, and it could not be repeated, so we would have to go to Level Two, or nothing. Johnny explained to me that Level Two was entertaining six guys at a private party in a supper club. I thought about it for a while and it piqued my interest, even though I had never done anything like it before. We talked about it and although Johnny didn't like the idea of my doing six strangers, he begrudgingly agreed to it and told Mike that we would do it.

It turned out to be a racially mixed group of six guys, which made it a party of eight including Johnny and myself. It turned out that the six guys had been football and basketball teammates in high school. It was a wonderful night. The best lover was a large African guy named Big Al. I was so exhausted afterward, that Johnny and I delayed our make-up sex to the next morning, which was a Saturday. After that our lives returned pretty much to the way they were before until I received a phone call.

It was the Tuesday after the Friday night party when a little after ten, I got the call at work.

"Hey, Erica!" Big Al asked, "How're you doin'?"

"How did you get my number?" I asked.

"That's not why I called," he replied.

"I would like to know how you got my number!" I continued.

"Okay, I confess," he responded. "I got your phone from your coverup pocket while you were busy with the other guys and got your number from there."

"So, are you a stalker?" I inquired.

"No, No, No. It's just that you were busy. I didn't think you'd mind," he explained.

"What do you want?" I asked, directly.

"I'd like to see you again," he explained. "I was hoping that we could have lunch today."

"I don't know, Al," I replied. "I enjoyed the other night, but I don't think there's any more to it than that."

"I'd just like to see you again," he continued.

My hormones were active, I was feeling a little tingle down there. I thought it would be all right if we just had lunch. "I'm willing to have lunch," I responded, "but that's all! Is that all right with you?"

"Sure," he told me, "just food and conversation. That's all!"

"Okay," I said, even though I questioned whether there was any point to our meeting, "my lunch break starts at twelve noon."

I met him outside my office building, and we went to a soup and salad place, where we both got sandwiches and soup.

Once we had our food and were seated, Big Al started, "Erica, I thought you were beyond fantastic, last Friday."

"I guess that's a compliment," I replied, although he had evoked a flood of memories, many of which were of how good it felt to have that monster cock inside me, or of having continual orgasms. I was already uncomfortable, feeling the moistness in my panties.

"Not only were you incredible when you were on top of the table, but the way you interacted with everyone was impressive," he continued. "I also noticed how solicitous you were of Johnny. Even in the middle of your gangbanging, I envied him. I could tell that in spite of everything going on, you were still thinking of him, and showing it now and then."

I was already excited, trying hard to not blush, and hoping my state of arousal, as evidenced by the dampness of my panties, was not obvious. I smiled at him, "I never completely forget that Johnny's my main man, as well as my best friend and husband."

"You know, Erica, that I would like to make love to you again," he looked at me with those big brown eyes like he was seeing my soul, although I also well aware that his primary interest was not my soul.

"I don't think so, Al. I'm in love with Johnny," I told him, with the sensuous parts of me hoping that he wouldn't take no for an answer. He could probably tell that I was feeling warm.

"Erica, I know you're in love with Johnny, and that's a part of you that I know I could never touch," he explained. "What I want is what we shared Friday night. I think you want that, too. Maybe as much as I want it."

Was he trying to talk me out of my panties. "Al, I like you, but I can't do those things with you, now," I protested.

"I'd like to show you a place that is quite near here," he was a persistent fellow. "Let me show you that, and then if you still just want to go back to work, that's your choice."

"What kind of place?" I asked, wondering if it was a mistake to even ask.

"It's nice," he explained. "It's actually a friend's but I have a key, and he won't be there at this time of day."

"I'm sure it's a nice apartment," I said, "but I just can't do it with you today."

"His apartment is nice, but that's not what I want to show you," he argued. "It's actually more than one thing. I know you're curious. It's really quite near."

I was curious, and also shamefully wet and aroused. I'm not sure if it was curiosity or lust that motivated my answer. Finally, I said, "Okay, Al. But I must be back at work by one o'clock!"

"Not a problem," he said. "If you want to be back by one, we'd better hurry, though."

We walked briskly for around three blocks and then entered what appeared to be an office building although there were shops on the first floor.

Al explained that there was a bank on the second floor up the escalators, then about five floors of offices. After that it was condos and apartments. There were seven floors of underground parking although it was quite tight during the overlap between people getting off work and other people coming home.

I was a little suspicious as we rode the elevator to the top floor. From the top floor lobby, there was a great view of the surrounding downtown area. Although there were many taller buildings, we were looking down on the roofs or penthouses of most buildings.

As I surveyed the area, he embraced me from behind and began kissing my neck. The back of my neck is very sensitive, and I shivered with the intensity of my arousal. I knew I was in trouble. After a few minutes, he said, "There's more!"

He released me from his embrace and led me by my hand to a door between the four elevators reaching this floor. He pulled a key from his pocket and opened the door. A very enticing hot tub was almost at our feet. Through glass doors, we could see beyond the hot tub a swimming pool with likely a wide angle view. He led me into the hot tub area. He reached over and stuck his hand in the water.

"It's great!" he commented.

He took me in his arms and gave me a deep kiss. What can I say? I kissed him back. My suppressed passion had found an outlet as we wildly kissed and stripped each other. He took me first on the mat just before the entrance steps to the hot tub. He licked and sucked my nude body to orgasm.

Next, he entered me in the missionary position. His cock felt just as good as I remembered. It stretched me some, but the wonderful feelings of this hot object of feminine lust filling my vagina were at least as good as I remembered. He pounded me through higher and higher states of arousal until I exploded in an awesome body-shaking climax.

Next, he guided me to the steps and a position of butt-up vulnerability. He penetrated me gently, but then pounded me relentlessly until I was crying out my joy in a multiple-convulsion orgasm.

It shook me but not so much that I couldn't seat myself in his lap, as he sat on the hot tub steps. The bliss of my impaling myself on the monster was soon replaced by the almost endless joy of my repeatedly thrusting myself on and off his wonderful rod of feminine delight. It was almost too much pleasure, but somehow, I managed to reach a fantastic five-spasm climax.

I sat for a few seconds, and then kissed him to show how much I had enjoyed it.

"Why don't you turn around and try it that way," Big Al suggested.

In reply, I turned around and bracing myself with my hands on his knees began the most delightful thrusting up and down on his beautiful monster cock. What could be better than this? Very little in the whole world was my answer, as we both exploded in mutual orgasm.

"Why don't we actually go into the hot tub," he suggested.

I followed him and wantonly sat between his legs. I leaned back with my head on his chest and my arms resting on his huge, hard thighs. I knew I might be asking for trouble, but I felt so good I didn't care. At least I didn't care until I felt this hard, somewhat rounded object pushing against my lower back.

It was the head of a bulging, fully engorged monster cock. He easily lifted me from the hot tub and pointed me toward a large pile of dry towels. We dried each other off, making sure that our partner's sensitive parts were completely dry.

I retrieved my cell phone and quickly called my boss, telling her that I was going to be late due to a minor problem that had suddenly arisen. She told me things were slow and that I could make up my missed time this afternoon or later in the week.

Meanwhile, Big Al lay down on the mat. What could I do? I did what any red-blooded lady that had just been pounded to orgasm would do; I impaled myself on his rod of joy and began thrusting my body up and down over and over again until my body was shaking in a delightful climax.

He smiled a Big Al smile at me, and said, "I'd like some more of that!"

I fully concurred in that and began swinging my hips back and forth creating a fantastic sensation in my love canal as his immense manhood was continuously sliding in and out of me. I wanted it to go on forever, but my rising arousal was a counter-indicator. Just as it was becoming too much to bear, I exploded in a multi-convulsion orgasm. As the world slowly came back into focus, I leaned forward and kissed him. "Al, that was so good," I told him, huskily.

"Wasn't it?" he replied. As he grasped my flanks, he suggested, "Why don't you start banging that butt against me?"

I started swinging my butt from my waist up and down on his still fully erect organ, while our tongues were still entwined in our mouths. It was indescribable except that I knew my arousal was expanding out of control. Soon my hips were bucking in an out-of-control huge climax. As I partially regained my composure and some semblance of normal breathing, I told him, "That was wonderful, Al! You're the best!"

"Glad you think so," he replied. "I know you're the best. Why don't you turn your ass around and give us some reverse action?"

I slowly rotated my body, being careful not to dislodge the monster. Once around, I braced myself with my hands on his legs and began the most delightful up and down strokes. Each stroke was a taste of nirvana, as I was dimly aware of my rapidly rising excitement. Just when I didn't think I could take any more, pangs of delight shot through my body as it shook with the ecstasy of orgasm.

As I began to regain control of my senses, I was dimly aware of him raising his knees and then pushing me forward until I was kneeling. Somehow, he managed to pull his legs back and rise up into a kneeling position without dislodging the monster from my slit. He began ramming his manhood into me over and over. I was feeling the acute agony of desire reaching closer and closer to its preordained conclusion as each stroke seemed to last a long time but not quite long enough to take me over the top.

"Who's my woman?" He called out.

"I am," I said, knowing that I would say anything to make what we were doing last longer.

"Are you my woman?" He loudly asked.

"I'm your woman," I agreed.

I think he only stroked me two or three more times before I came, my body shaking in a series of spasms. "Oh, God, Al!" I blurted out. "It's even better than I remembered!"

He pushed me down into a prone position. He licked my backbone from my tail bone to the bottom of my skull, then he kissed the back of my neck. "Give it to me," I cried out, deep in passion. I wanted more. "Fuck me, Al!" I cried out, "Please fuck me!"

And he did. Slowly, at first. Then with increasing ardor. I began moaning out my pleasure between deep breaths.

"Who's my bitch?" he called out.

"I am!" I replied, I would say anything to continue the marvelous sensations of the monster sliding in and out of me.

"Are you my bitch?" he continued.

"I'm your bitch!" I concurred, feeling no remorse at the implied disrespect for Johnny.

He continued pounding me, and soon I was gasping out my joy in the erotic pleasure of climax. He paused, letting me enjoy the afterglow of my climax and also the delightful sensation of the monster filling my vagina.

He began stroking me again, the erotic delight spreading throughout my body. For this brief time, he owned me. I would do almost anything to make this pleasure last longer. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying each stroke. Big Al was a pussy master. My enjoyment was becoming so great that it was almost painful, and then I groaned a big, "Ah-h-h-h-h!" as my body gave in to the intensity of a multiple-convulsion orgasm. It must have lasted close to fifteen seconds while I was also feeling splashes of Big Al semen against the walls of my pussy.

"Clean me up," he requested, sticking the monster in my face. Obligingly, I took it in my mouth and sucked it clean. I released it.

He said, "That felt good. Suck it some more!"

I took it in my mouth again and began sucking on it. 'Uh-oh!' I thought, it's getting hard again. Soon, there was no doubt. He was ready to go again. Then I thought, 'Ohmigod, it must be almost two o'clock. I moved to where my purse was, and pulled my cell phone out, quickly calling my boss. My phone call did not deter Big Al from plugging in from my rear as I crouched over my purse, cellphone in hand. He began slowly stroking while my boss was answering the phone.

"Jessica here!" she answered.

"This is Erica. I think the end is in sight but it's going to be a little longer," I told her trying to keep my breathing sounds normal.

"Erica, it's almost two o'clock! What happened?" she asked.

"It's a personal emergency," I explained. 'I needed a thorough fucking from the biggest cock I could find', I thought to myself. Out loud, "I broke a heel and I'm the shoe shop getting it repaired."

"When are you coming back," Jessica continued.

"It shouldn't be too long now," I continued, holding my hand over the phone while stealing a deep breath, and trying to avoid moaning. Relentlessly, Big Al was increasing the tempo and power of his strokes.

"We're very busy," he remonstrated with me. "Please hurry!"

"I'll make the time up," I volunteered, stealing a deep breath before continuing, "tonight and tomorrow night!"

"We'll talk about it when you get here," she concluded, "goodbye" and she hung up.

I turned around to get a kiss from Big Al as he continued to pound me. I would have been mad at him for distracting me while I was on the phone if it didn't feel so damned good. I couldn't believe how full of pleasure each delightful stroke of the monster was. I would never fear large cocks again. Now I was moaning and breathing heavily out of control. "Oh, Al!" I groaned, "Damn it's good! Fuck! Oh, fuck! It's so good! Oh, fuck! Fuck me hard! Give it to me, Al!" and then a fantastic, body-shaking climax, as I called out, "Fuck!" on each spasm.

"Did you like that, Sweetie," Big Al inquired.

"I liked it, you bastard," I replied.

"What language!" he exclaimed, "Why, Erica?"

"Because you were fucking me while I was talking to my boss!" I stated.

"I thought you were probably a little bored talking to your boss," he replied. "I didn't want you to be bored on my watch." He pulled me around and up onto his lap, where the monster slid into me quite smoothly, while still stretching me slightly.

I moaned, and admitted, "I can't stay mad at you for very long!"

He concentrated on his cock in my pussy and his tongue in my mouth, and he began taking me on another ride of uncontrolled passion.

"Oh, God, Al," I told him. "I love your cock!"

His response was to pound me harder and faster, while still licking my mouth and lips and squeezing my buttocks with his hands. All I could do was pull myself against him pressing my boobs against his chest. Oh God! It was good! I couldn't express how good I felt; I could only savor it! His pounding was having an effect as I felt like I was totally aroused. There was only one escape, and that came almost too soon as I trembled continually while orgasming.

I laid my head on Big Al's chest. "That was so good, Al!" I commented.

"Let's do some doggy," Big Al suggested.

I pulled myself away and lifting myself enough to clear his penis, I then lowered myself onto my hands and knees. It was simply heavenly to feel the monster filling me up and stretching me slightly as he slowly plugged in. I waited for his first wonderful stroke and waited and waited. I knew what was coming but I still wanted to feel the delicious sliding. I cheated a little by squirming a bit, getting a little of that wonderful sliding feel.

"Steady," Big Al reprimanded me.

I couldn't help myself. I wanted it so bad. "Please, Al!" I pleaded. "Fuck me!"

"Soon," he replied, "Steady as she goes."

I couldn't take much more of this. Finally, he gave a vigorous stroke, and then another, and one more. And as I came, I cried out, "Oh! Oh! It's good!" And then a couple of more strokes, and again I had the wonderful feeling of climax. Now, I was coming on almost every stroke. It was pussy heaven, and I was completely under Big Al's control. Again and again. I couldn't take much more of this. I couldn't stop and I couldn't continue. But still the orgasms came, short but very frequent. Finally, feeling like I wasn't very far from passing out, I cried out, "Enough, Al! Please! Enough Al!" Five more strokes, five more mini-orgasms and I felt the blessed relief of sperm spurting against my most intimate places, as I had one more slightly longer climax.

I was exhausted and yet I knew I had to pull myself together and return to work. I watched as Big Al began to dress. "That was fucking fantastic, Al," I told him.

"You were incredible, Erica," he replied.

I cleaned up as best I could with a dry towel. I finally found my panties and pulled them on. I was still seeping some of Big Al's semen, but I wasn't worried about that. Next, I put my bra on. I knew I needed to get a move on, but my feelings of lassitude and satisfaction were very strong. I had to get back to work, and I knew, deep in my heart, that I had to tell Johnny what I had just done. I hoped he wouldn't be angry or disgusted with me. I fastened my blouse. So many buttons, it took a while. I pulled my pantyhose on. Then I got my skirt. Big Al helped me to my feet. I stepped into my skirt and pulled it up, zipping it tight. I stepped into my shoes and put my jacket on. I grabbed my purse and told Big Al I was ready. I punched the elevator button, while Big Al locked the door behind us. On the way down in the elevator, we kissed goodbye for about thirty floors. In front of the building, we said goodbye and headed off in different directions. It was only about four blocks to my office.