********************************************************************** This is a followup of an earlier story. It isn't necessary to read that one, but it does proved some background to what happens here. You can read part one at -- http://www.swingingheaven.co.uk/stories/story-59476.html ********************************************************************** As Tug walked to the phone, he remembered why Shells was going to call. She and her fiance were planning a trip to Italy. Tug was going to lend her travel books and provide some insights on things to see and do. Rachel had made this offer in Tug's behalf. Rachel was Tug's last steady and the two were still on good terms. Shells worked with Rachel, so Tug knew of Shells, but didn't really know Shells very well. Why was she 'Shells'... was her name Michelle... Shelly? He had heard a lot of stories about her... she had a way to make things happen or to have things happen to her... and was always involved in some way. Shells answered on the third ring, but the conversation was kept short because she was just walking out the door. They had quickly agreed to meet at Rachel's favorite pub the next day after work. After hanging up, Tugs took a few minutes selecting the right books while thinking back on the good times he could relay. The next day, Tugs finished work early and decided to grab a drink while waiting for Shells. The pub was crowded with a birthday party or some other office event, but he found a table along the wall near the front door. He sipped a Guinness and paged through the books... keeping one eye free to follow the women coming through the door. Finally, Shells walked in with two friends. She was short... maybe 5'2", full and curvy, but not heavy. She had small-to-medium breasts, but her hips seemed to flare out perpendicularly from her waist... giving her an odd way of walking, but the look was quite sultry. Her face was round, with prominent high cheek bones... very much the look of an American Indian. Her long straight dark hair cleanly divided down the middle encouraged the comparison. Tug knew she had a great smile, but thought her mouth was seldom closed long enough to display one. Shells danced over to the table and sat across from him. Her friends followed but stayed standing... paying more attention to what was going on in the room. The greeting between Tug and Shells was very mannerly... almost business-like. The two had met before and had been at several of the same functions and parties. But, they never really had a casual chat together. Shells had a way to move things along fast.. and soon had Tug looking over the list of Italian wines. "Lets set the right mood", she said, "I'm going to Italy!". She flashed that smile and politely waited for a response from Tug. They agreed on a red Montalcino and a bottle showed up before Tug had finished the stout. The conversation was quick, witty and frequently punctuated with laughter. A steady stream of people stopped by the table... mostly friends of Shell... and a lot of extra drinks kept showing up. Tug and Shells were having such a good time that they didn't realize how little they talked of Italy. Finally, a long laugh ended with Shell leaning over to him... whispering, "I need to get going... but I really should do you sometime." Tug, laughed in return while Shells moved closer, "but I'm going to be on top.". Shells picked up the books and moved to the door with a laugh. "Until then, I'll just look through the books.". A week had passed when Tug heard Shell's voice on the recorder again. She was suggesting he come to pick up the books and she'd make dinner in return. Sounded great, so Tug called back and agreed on a time. Shells met him at the door with a hug and pulled Tug into the kitchen to help. They cut up courgettes, squash, onions and peppers for a pasta sauce and opened the bottle of Chianti that Tug had brought. They easily slid into the same laughing banter they enjoyed at the pub. When the sauce was put on the cook top, Shells said "Let that simmer... the books are in the other room". They went into the lounge and sat side by side. Shell picked up one of the books, opened it to a page and placed the book on Tug's lap. "What do you think of this?", she asked. She had kept her hand under the book... so that it was pressing into Tug's groin. This surprised Tug a bit and it took a second to respond, "Ohhhhh, that's a nice place". Shell's hand turned over... and Tug could feel her fingers walking along the inseam of his trousers. Still sitting by his side, she leaned her upper body into him, turned her head and kissed his cheek... slowly walking her lips to his ear, where she whispered, "Just be still". His body reacted immediately and Tug felt the start of that tightness... when he got hard while clothed... his engorging shaft bullying its way for more space. He hated when this happened... and Shells was certainly not helping. But Shells was not going to make him suffer long. She undid his belt and zipper... and pulled on his trousers until Tug lifted his butt allowing the slacks to slide down. Shells hands sprang onto his cock like a cat... and she leaned over him.. taking him into her mouth. Tug was still only partially hard, but he so enjoyed watching as her lips were wrapped around his shaft. He couldn't tell exactly what Shells was doing, but it felt as if she was rolling her tongue around and around his crown... and sucking all his blood into this body part.. as if she were encouraging it to get bigger. "MmmmMmmmmm... nice". "Stand up", Shells said as she slipped to her knees on the floor in front of him. And she pulled his slacks and underwear down farther before grabbing his erection with both hands. She then resumed the lip and tongue action while stroking his shaft slowly with both hands. Her head and hands moved as one... playing the instruments to the same erotic beat. Shells finally looked up, "Gaaawd, you are HUGE!" she giggled. "Rachel said you were large, but I've never seen anyone like you. How do we get all of you in me?". Other women had commented on his size, but it was always said more in shock or complaint. Shells seemed to be closer to worship... or challenge. And Tug liked how she talked about 'you' and not 'it'. "Come on", Shells said as she stood up, took Tug by the hand and walked to the bedroom. Tug pulled his slacks up enough to waddle along with her, but dropped them onto the floor once they got to the bed. He removed his shirt and socks while Shells quickly busied herself in a drawer. "Ok, lay down and relax. Let me take care of this." She pulled down and stepped out of her slacks... repeated the maneuver for her undies.. and knelt on the bed beside Tug. Her top was still on, a long loose-fitting pull-over, so it looked to Tug as if she were wearing a very short dress. Shells used her mouth and fingers together and pulled a condom our of its wrapper. "This is *suppose* to fit". She took Tug with one hand.. pointing his erection straight up before placing the condom on the tip. "Ohhhh yeah... hahahah", she laughed seeing how it looked on there... that small ring of latex. She slid her hand down, pulling tight the remaining loose skin and then deftly pulled the condom over the cock head with her fingers. Her focus was concentrated on this task, unfolding the condom along the shaft until it was more than half covered. Tug obediently laid still during this procedure... and watched Shell's face with the same concentrated focus. They were both smiling. Quietly, Shells rolled one leg to the other side of Tug. Now straddling him below the waist, she looked Tug in the eye, "Stay like that a bit longer" and she lowered herself until she was seated on him. Tug's hard shaft emerged from where their bodies met... fully engorged and lying on his stomach... the head sitting in his belly button as if it were meant to fit there. Shell's top was draped over his groin with the erection emerging without an obvious owner. Shells inched her body forward, slipping her groin along the shaft. She moved slowly... rubbing herself along the full length of Tug's hardness... inching forward... sliding back. Tug watched as his cock slipped back and fourth behind Shell's top... it disappeared... then emerged from behind the curtain... each time a bit more moist... a bit more slick. Shells was obviously getting more and more involved with each stroke of her pussy on Tug's cock. Tug reached with a hand to lift her top... wanting a better view. But, Shells gently pushed his hand away... and then pulled the top up... lifting it over her head... revealing her breasts as she tossed the top aside. Tug watched the action.. loving the sight of Shell's tits... small with large, dark nipples... perfect circles that looked like a pair of ginger cookies. He soooo wanted to have a nibble. Shell's picked up a bottle she had placed on the bed. She lifted herself a few inches, pointed the bottle and squeezed... squirting a small stream of smooth fluid onto Tug's shaft. She lowered herself... shifting her hips to adjust her weight before resuming the slow steady dance on Tug's erection. Tug flinched when the cool liquid splashed on him... and he pressed back into Shell as if to share her body heat. But, Shell put a hand on his chest, "Just lay there.. still"... and continued with her stroking... longer... slower... until finally saying, "I..I don't think I can get more ready" She lifted has ass, repeated the squirting... raised Tug's cock until it pointed straight up. Tug just watched... fascinated how Shells seemed so detached... performing the most intimate actions with so little intimacy. It reminded him of a masseuse he had seen once. Shells squeezed his cock head with one hand... holding it erect... and lowered herself onto it. Her other hand between her legs... she shifted her hips... getting the cock to slip between her folds..."Ahhhhhhhh"... she looked up to the ceiling as she lowered herself slowly. Tug watched as more than half of his cock slid steadily into her... MmmmMMMmmm... her downward motion stopped and Tug wanted to move... NEEDED to move... and he lifted his knees.... but Shells put a hand on his stomach, looked him in the eye and slowly shook her head. Shells sat there... motionless for a moment... before starting a slight, slow up-down motion. She leaned back... one hand on the bed behind her... exhaled and pushed herself farther onto Tug... "Oooooph"... before pulling back... and repeating.. "Oooooooh". She suddenly sat upright... "Crap!"... and she jumped from the bed... "forgot something" and she went to the bathroom. Tug rolled onto his side, "What about the pasta?" "Shit!" was the response and Shell ran from the room and Tug heard her running through the house. In seconds, Shell returned and pulled a mirror from the bathroom. It was 3/4 length and was on a floor stand. Shell carefully placed it on the side of the bed, so that she could watch. "I really wanted to see this", she laughed stepping back onto the bed. Tug *always* loved to watch. Tug resumed the position on his back as Shells straddled him, grabbed his cock and flooded him with another squirt of lotion. Shells squatted this time... flat on her feet... and again lowered herself to be impaled. "Oh yessss" they said in unison as Tug filled her. Shells lifted her shoulders, exhaled and let gravity pull her down... thrusting Tug deeper still.... and holding there. She looked at the mirror to see the reflection of the monster cock thrust into her.... with inches still left to go. "Oh gaawd! I thought I was closer!". She held herself steady... lowering herself oh-so-slowly... testing. Tugs watched her move her hips... side-to-side... slightly thrusting forward and back.... making room.. finding the space. Tug lifted into her and a muffled "OOOOooo" came from Shell's lips. Tug relaxed his muscles... and Shells' body fell with him. Tug was amazed to see so little of him remaining outside of Shells. She was slowly finding a way, relaxing, stretching... allowing the intruder in... in... in. She mostly sat there without moving... head down, her long dark hair draping down... whispering to herself... too softly for Tug to hear. And then she would lift, shift her pelvis back and forward and drop onto Tug again... slowly taking in a little more of this beast... bit by bit. Shells continued this way... concentrating on the task... repeating the little movements and relaxing.. sitting on Tug's cock. Minute after minute pass.. and Tug stays completely passive, remaining unmoving on the bed... watching Shells... rooting for her... hoping he remains hard... hoping the throbbing doesn't start. He knows Shells isn't fucking him... she is masturbating with him.. using him as a large lifelike dildo.... just a sex toy... and he liked it. Finally, Shells looks into the mirror.... and smiles... knowing that she is about to win. She puts a hand onto Tug's tummy and lifts her body... letting the shaft slip out of her... inches of soaked Tug pulling out. The sensation for Tug is enormous... being slowly extracted from her. "Ahhhhhhh...", and he shifts his legs and torso. Shells presses harder onto him... holding him in place, while she reaches for the bottle... and squeezes a stream of lotion between her legs... splashing it off her lower tummy and letting it drip and flow down the erection between her legs. She looks at Tug... and winks... and with a sense of urgency, holds his cock at the root and lowers herself back down the shaft.... lower... and lower... inches of Tug slipping in... until he feels the ceiling... giving... stretching... and Shells moans... "oooooohhhhhh" as she twists her torso, shifting her weight... and presses herself down... "MmmMMmm"... down... until Tug sees Shell's bush mingled with his.... no space between their bodies... and he feels Shell's weight on the base of his cock. "Oh yesssss". Shells looks down.. staring at where their bodies joined. Tug stares as well... looking at her body... wondering *where* did it go?... how did this small women get all of that hard cock into her? Tug hears her soft, growling words.... but can't make them out... as Shells slowly raises her ass off of Tug's body. Again, the sensation tantalizes Tug as Shell's slips off of him. But this time, Shell lowers herself faster... harder... and almost pounds onto him as their bodies slam together... as close as they could get and she holds there. Tug is amazed... her lips around the base of him... the pressure on him... knowing that they are so closely coupled together... so attached. She looks up... smiles at Tug and rocks her body back and fourth... as if satisfying a deep itch... and breathlessly whispers, "There.... now...".. and rocks harder. Tug still just watches and see's her hand dipping into her soaked bush.... fingers reaching, disappearing, massaging... "MmmMmmmAhhhhHhhhh". Shells leans forward over Tug, dropping her hands to Tug's sides... her small, perfect tits staring Tug right in his face... and she now thrusts her hips up... and down.. hard... repeating... starting a rapid rhythm... no longer masturbating... she is screwing Tug... fucking him. Tug can no longer remain quiet. He grabs Shell's ass with both hands... hoping to control the wild woman... as if protecting himself... keeping the strokes in tune with his... and he lifts his groin into her... thrusting, slapping the two bodies together. The conclusion was fast. Shells suddenly froze... gasped... wiggled her ass... sat upright... and screamed "BINGO!!!... BINGooo... bingo... ahhhhhhhh...". For Tug, the throbbing started when Shells froze... and almost immediately turned into a flood of satisfaction as he popped... ejecting his lust... filling and stretching the top of the condom. Shell's dropped her body again, but this time just draped herself onto Tug. They laughed and spoke in short out-of-breath phrases.... "Amazing!"... "That was great!"... "Ohhhh mannnn". And they finally kiss... not deep and hard... but tender nibble-kisses... lips, cheeks, ears. Their sweaty, sticky bodies pressed together... a pool of juices and lotion covering them and under them... muscles relaxing... long seconds of quiet punctuated only by the attempt to catch their breath. Tug is amazed he could be so exhausted... after just lying on the bed, unmoving the whole time. He finally hears Shells ask, "Pasta?".