In the couch, Lucas lay also in his own daze, on his back between the titaness thighs. Just a few seconds ago he was worried he was going to suffocate in a lifetime supply of pussy. Once he was up to his waist in, he realized, too late, that he had no traction nor purchase as his arms were completely pinned by the terrifically hot, terrifically wet and terrifically strong, mightily rippling vaginal walls, hugging him from all sides and trying to suck him in deeper; he had no air either. He kicked and thrashed, hoping against hope that Melina realized that he was in over his head and pulled him out, but she was too lost in the pleasure Lucas was providing to notice.

Finally, he thought of contorting his legs forward, so he could plant his feet on each side of her soft vulvar flesh and push. He managed to slip out a little when a potent contraction spit him out, along with a good dollop of womanly slime, and he landed on his ass, unharmed but dizzy. The very loud, throaty moans and uncontrolled bounding of the giant woman’s hips was enough incentive to drag himself backwards on his elbows, until he was almost at the edge of the couch, already creaking with exertion.

And now, as he wiped literally liters of pussy juice to his face and hair, he was treated to a cinema sized view of an animated version of that infamous tableau “The origin of the world”. Melina’s colossal, shapely ass had finally settled on the couch. Sha had sat back, her thighs spread wide apart, trembling, and he stared, wide eyed, at the overbearing presence of his lover’s enormous, pulsating cunt.

If he thought her vulva was in blossom before, now he reflected that it looked like an obscenely big hibiscus bloom, luxuriant in an unabashed display of womanhood.  Her labia were glistening with her juices, her taint, anus and pussy hole rippling in subsiding contractions, as her Ahh…. Ahhhhh whimpers got less keening and breathier.

He watched in amazement also at her bloated clit, now the size of a baseball, scarlet red, sinking into its hood and resurfacing with each throb of post-orgasmic bliss. Lucas found himself still hard as a rail, desperate to fuck what he was seeing, but not knowing even where to begin. Movement from above caught his eye. Melina’s was looking down at him in a happy stupor, flushed up to her breasts, which heaving, and quivering inflamed more, if possible, Lucas’s loins and need for… for her. A hand to her chest, and another in her thigh, she muttered lovingly at him, panting.

“Kedishikatta zu, Lucas-ingo, chuude mata hameti, hameti, tudomu kedishichimboingo saiwai zu naa?

Then he was startled as her giant hand descended for him, fingers splayed apart to grab him, and yet he longed for her touch, almost ready to explode just by looking at her, open wide before him.

*****

As her reason and breath returned, Melina had been really worried Lucas would not have been able to breathe inside her wet love tunnel, even now rippling with desire, but she needed to calm herself a bit before she felt sure she would be able to handle him with her feverish hands without breaking him. Not in the wildest imaginations nor in the tales her friends and coworkers told, as women often do, much more than men, in brazen and detailed confession of their intimate encounters, would she have guessed what ecstasy Lucas would be able to bring about. She opened her eyes to find him not scared, and apparently unharmed, but dazzled by her crotch, and in an amazing feedback, it pulsated with rekindling ardor when she realized Lucas was still erect, his stiff, reddened little member clearly visible as he sat there, watching her hungry slit. She decided to return the favor and return where she had left when he was still asleep. Making a mental note of being more careful with him, she waited for him to meet her eye, and when he did, smiling, she said:

“That was SO good, dear little Lucas. I already want you back in, back in, but let’s make your nice dick happy first, shall we?

Then she grabbed him.