Chapter 35: Down the Hatch

Jeff came to, flat on his back on the carpet of Sarah’s living room. The lights were still soft and dim, and even though the candles had burned lower, they were still flickering away playfully off the walls. Jeff heard the sound of wet, hardy sloshing, mixed with something else…it sounded almost meaty. His groggy eyes cleared up a bit and he managed to turn his head towards the red sofa. As his eyes readjusted to the low light, he could tell that Savannah was sitting down on the sofa, or, more accurately, she was lying down, with her legs wide open. Even in the obscured light, Jeff could make out her thick white thighs. 

Kneeling in front of Savannah on the floor was a huge shape, a massive form, that seemed to be vibrating a little, shaking just barely with smooth persistent energy…Sarah. Even on her knees, she looked absolutely enormous. Jeff tried to get up, but his body was too drained to move at the moment. So he contented himself with just watching what was taking place. Sarah was fisting Savannah, going at a steady, fixed pace, as she stared down into her friend’s face, which was contorted up in rapture. Sarah’s fist was quite large, and Savannah was only barely able to take it in her pussy without crying out in pain. But the intensity of the vaginal stimulation was what she wanted, and she was quickly and vigorously rubbing her clit at the same time, desperate for another blistering orgasm. 

“Mmmm you take it so well,” Sarah was saying softly. Jeff heard her, and felt that it was almost wrong for him to be listening to this private, intimate exchange. He felt almost like he was watching two rare mythological beasts having a secret, visceral encounter in a forbidden, clandestine clearing deep in a forest somewhere…but what could he do? He was conscious now, and he would relish the opportunity of watching Sarah dom another woman. He watched with fascination as Sarah continued to steadily fist Savannah, and Jeff could see the wavy spills of Sarah’s long blond hair shaking slightly from her efforts. 

“You’ve…you’ve traiiinnned me to takkkeee itttt,” panted Savannah, just barely able to get her words out. 

“Mmhmm!” laughed Sarah softly, going at that same persistent pace. “Yes I have. Rub your clit harder, girl. I wanna see you cum again. I wanna make sure you don’t have any more to squirt.” 

Savannah rubbed herself harder, and she opened her mouth; she seemed to be trying to say something, but whatever it was, it wasn’t coming out. Sarah laughed again softly and started to go a little harder. Her huge fist disappeared in Savannah’s pussy, and came out again, disappeared, and came out. Jeff had no idea how many times Savannah had cum that night, but whatever the number, her body was still responding to Sarah’s touch — her pussy lips had become almost unnaturally thick and swollen, and lubrication continued to ooze and drool out, feeding the rivulets of fluid that pooled on the leather sofa and flowed silently down onto the hardwood floor below. Jeff suddenly realized that Savannah was lying in a massive puddle of her own cum, and that there was another huge puddle that had developed down on the hardwood floor. Sarah was kneeling in it. Was it Savannah’s cum or Sarah’s? Or both? Jeff had no idea. But it was clear to him, in any case, that Savannah had shot and sprayed and ejaculated just about all that she had inside her. The candles flickered up brightly for a moment, and Jeff could see Savannah’s thick cum still dripping off Sarah’s chin. Her face was covered with it…and so was her neck…and her huge breasts. How long had he been out?! And how had he been able to sleep through all the thunderous climaxes that had obviously happened right next to him?! 

“Yeah,” said Sarah softly. 

“Ssssaarahhhhh,” whispered Savannah, looking up into Sarah’s eyes as her face twisted up in transported pleasure. 

“That’s it, girl,” Sarah purred. “Right there. Cum for me. Cum for me again.”

Just as if Sarah had muttered an incantation, Savannah’s body seemed to respond to her words, and her thighs opened up even wider as she screwed her head to the side, and then back and forth, her auburn hair thrashing weakly side to side. Her mouth was open and contorted and her eyes were shut tightly. Jeff looked on, totally enraptured by the scene, and he couldn’t help but feel that Savannah looked like a little girl in the shadow of Sarah, a small, inexperienced person who is just being shown what it feels like to cum. 

Savannah’s body spasm and lurched weakly, and her fat pussy gave a little audible sputter, glooping out one last little spurt of cum, before she went totally limp, her head collapsing to the side as her body continued to shake after Sarah had withdrawn her hand. 

“Oooo, look at that — you gave me a little more!” chuckled Sarah. “See, I knew you had a little more in you!” 

“Oh mmmm….ohhh…ohhhmmmmygod…ohmgod…Sssarahhhh…Jjjeeesssusss…”

“Yeah?” said Sarah, clearly pleased with Savannah’s output as she licked and slurped Savannah’s cum off her fist. “It had been a minute, hadn’t it? Haha, I guess we needed a little break…you know, after what happened last time.” 

Savannah just lay there with her legs still open, breathing heavily for a few more moments with her eyes closed. After about half a minute, she opened them again, and she looked a little more put-together, like she had recovered adequately enough to at least partially carry on a conversation. 

“But we’re not…whoooo, Jesus, got a little lightheaded there,” she said, laughing at herself. 

“Take it easy,” said Sarah, petting and caressing Savannah’s thighs with her big hands. Jeff could not deny the crazy reality of the comparison — even though Savannah’s legs were big and thick, many, many times the size of Jeff’s, they looked quite small compared to Sarah’s hands. 

“But we’re not…gonna make the same mistakes again,” panted Savannah, successfully finishing her sentence. 

“No,” said Sarah quietly, turning suddenly to Jeff. “We’re not.” Too late, he realized that she had seen him with his eyes open. He felt a rush of anxiety — would she be mad at him? Angry that he had been eavesdropping? But his fears were assuaged by a big, contented smile that Sarah gave him, her face brightening at seeing that he was awake. 

“Welcome back, little guy,” she said, her tongue working sexily across her teeth for an instant. She held out her arm to him, beckoning him toward her. “Here, why don’t you come over here? That is, if you can stand.” 

Jeff rolled over and pivoted his body, trying to get up. After a few seconds of effort and excruciating soreness, he was indeed able to stand up. But right as he managed to stand, he almost fell back down again ins surprise. The cop…Jack…was gone. They had been lying right next to each other before Sarah deepthroated them both, forcing them both down into unconsciousness, both from the freakishness of her accomplishment and the crazy intensity of their stimulation. It had all just been too overwhelming. But the cop was nowhere to be seen. Had he been allowed to leave?! What had happened. 

Sarah could read his thoughts, and simply beckoned him over once more with her hand. Jeff walked over to her on unsteady legs, and the closer he got to Sarah, the wetter and more slick the hardwood floor became. Just around 5 feet away from Sarah, the floor was so slick that Jeff actually slipped, and if Sarah hadn’t reached out her big arm to catch him one-handed, he would have had a nasty spill on the floor. 

“Haha, caution, wet floor!” laughed Sarah, curling her arm toward her, and Jeff’s whole body with it. She hugged him to her, and the scent of sandalwood once again graced his nostrils. This time, though, it was mixed with the intensely spicy saltiness of Savannah’s cum. Sarah laughed softly as she hugged Jeff to her, and actually kissed him tenderly on the cheek with her big lips. Jeff couldn’t remember when Sarah had kissed him last…it seemed like such a long time ago…sometime in the distant past, in a different life. And this kiss was different. It wasn’t forcefully dominant or aggressive…it was soft, tender, luscious…Jeff felt the thick, plush contours and interspersed wrinkles of Sarah’s lips as she slowly, deliciously kissed him. It was a “thank you” kiss…a “job well done” kiss. Jeff’s face flushed red with pleasure, and with pride. 

“Oh my god,” Sarah breathed down at him. “You are soooo cuuutte. Has anyone ever told you that?”

“N-not like you,” said Jeff, shaking his head. It was like he was talking to a goddess. Sarah was on her knees…and she was looking down at him. Her huge head rose up several inches above his, and her big, broad shoulders extended out on either side of him. Being this close to Sarah’s upper body (which Jeff didn’t usually get to see this close up) really hit home how huge she was. Even though he was standing up as straight as he could, Jeff couldn’t hope to reach her height…even on his tiptoes, he would have been shorter. And the way that her massive upper body broadened out on either side of him…Jeff couldn’t help but think that Sarah had to be at least three times wider than him…maybe even four. 

“Yeah, Sarah, you’ve got yourself a good one there,” said Savannah from the sofa, her voice clearly exhausted. 

“Well, he sure did prove it tonight,” said Sarah, nodding down at Jeff as she smiled happily. Jeff suddenly realized, with an odd little stab of emotion, that Sarah sounded tired too. That she looked tired. The two of them must have had quite the night together when Jeff had been out…or…or was it really just the two of them?! What if — and Jeff’s heart started beating faster here — what if they had…used the cop more? What if they had woken him up and…and done all kinds of things with him?? Was that why Sarah looked so tired!? And where was the cop?? What had they done with him?! 

“Shhhh,” said Sarah softly down to Jeff, drawing her huge fingers across his face as she sensed his thoughts. “It’s ok Jeff…everything’s ok. Let’s go to my bedroom, alright? I have one last little thing to show my little man before we go to sleep.” 

Sarah suddenly stood up, sighing a little from the effort. 

‘Wow,’ thought Jeff, ‘She really is tired.’ It was strange, realizing this little human glimpse into Sarah. But she was already speaking to Savannah, who remained in the same position on the sofa, her head lazily lolled to the side. 

“You’re good?” asked Sarah.

“Yeah,” said Savannah. “I might need…oh I don’t know…a day or two to decompress after all that.” 

“Yeah,” laughed Sarah softly. “You can decompress right here.” 

“And…?” Savannah asked expectantly. 

“Ha! Of course,” said Sarah, and she strode into the dark kitchen, her steps vibrating the floor beneath Jeff’s knees. She reached up on top of the fridge and grabbed something, and came back into the living room, holding it out to Savannah. Jeff caught the silver metallic reflection of the candles on it…a key. 

“Better give him a day or two, huh?” said Sarah, her head pivoting slightly towards a door in the corner. A door that Jeff had never noticed before. His heart rate increased and he felt little pinpricks of anxiety. What was going on? What was behind that door? 

“At least, yeah,” agreed Savannah, nodding. “And…I can…?”

Sarah nodded, closing her eyes momentarily and then opening them again, smiling at Savannah. “He’s all yours. At least, you know, until I…”

“Get the itch again?” offered Savannah. 

“Yeah,” smiled Sarah. “But right now, and for the foreseeable future, I wanna focus on — ” and she bent down and ruffled Jeff’s hair lovingly with her huge hand, palming his skull “— this guy right here. Sleep tight, girl! You know where the blankets are.” And Sarah was already on her way to her bedroom. Jeff crawled after her, taking one final glimpse of Savannah looking at the silver key in her hand. 

A minute later, Jeff and Sarah were in her bed, under the soft, orange glow of her overhead light, and Sarah was lying on her side, a veritable cliff of flesh next to Jeff, as she softly pet his skinny chest with her enormous hand. Jeff was exhausted himself, but Sarah’s touch was enough to get him breathing hard. Her hand was so big…it almost covered his entire chest. 

“You did sooo well tonight, Jeff,” purred Sarah, her eyes heavy with impending sleep. “I can’t tell you how proud I am of you. I thought that you wouldn’t be up to it…that you would break, or freak out…but you didn’t. You did exactly what I wanted you to.”

Lying on his back in the bed, Jeff beamed up at Sarah’s face. He felt proud…and it was all because she felt proud of him. 

“I can’t tell you how proud I am,” said Sarah softly, leaning in a little closer. “So I’m going to show you, Jeff. I’m going to show you how much you mean to me…I’m going to show you how much I feel that you are…a part of me. That we are a part of each other. Do you understand that, Jeff?”

He nodded. 

“I’m glad you do,” she breathed softly, now even closer to him. “And, just so you never forget, I’m going to show you.” 

Sarah took Jeff's right hand in her own, marveling at the lopsided size comparison. She held his palm up against hers, exhaling a little in laughter at how his fingers only came up to the first joint of her fingers…how her palm alone was almost as big as his entire hand. She turned her eyes on him and they narrowed in exhausted affection as she brought his hand up to her lips. She started kissing his fingers, one by one, in the same tender way that she had kissed his cheek earlier. Jeff’s face twisted up a little in emotion. She was his goddess…and she was showing him this kind of affection…this kind of intimacy. 

Sarah continued softly kissing Jeff’s fingers for several minutes, eventually moving on to his hand, and then to his wrist, and then all down his arm, until she reached the joint of his shoulder. She had been kissing Jeff nonstop with the same persistent, soft, tender kisses, and then, after planting one last smooch right on his shoulder, she came back to his hand. Ever so slowly, deliberately, and with delicious eye contact the entire time, Sarah began feeding Jeff’s fingers into her mouth. Her lips immediately closed over them, and Jeff felt the huge organ of her tongue moving slowly underneath his fingers. He shuddered in pleasure. Sarah kept going, her lips swallowing wider, and after ten seconds she had put his entire hand in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged slightly, and she hummed pleasantly, gently down into Jeff’s hand, the vibrations of her vocal cords traveling all the way down Jeff’s arm. He was panting in pleasure now, and a new, thin sheen of sweat had developed on his chest. 

But Sarah didn’t stop — she kept going. Her lips opened a little wider, and she took the first few inches of Jeff’s arm. He gasped out into the bedroom, in disbelief at what was happening. Sarah kept her sea green eyes gently on his, smoothly holding them, and not letting them go. She ate more of his arm…her plush lips closed solidly around his limb, and she hummed out again softly into his flesh. She had taken his entire forearm into her mouth. Her lips were closed around the joint of his elbow…and from the way that they were softly and smoothly writhing around his joint, Jeff could tell that they weren’t done swallowing him yet. He could feel his hand squeezed by the top part of Sarah’s esophagus, and she swallowed several times on purpose, squeezing his hand in an embrace of warm tightness. 

Deeper and deeper she fed him into her mouth…her lips inched forward slowly, gaining territory with each gentle push. The start of his bicep…the middle…Sarah kept going. Jeff’s cock spasmed in orgasm, but there was nothing left to come out. Her eyes bore into his with a soft, loving insistence, unblinking, not wanting to miss a moment of his reaction. Now his upper bicep…and then…Sarah’s lips closed around his shoulder, and came to a stop. Sarah’s huge head was right there, in his face, her eyes staring deeply into his. She had swallowed up his entire arm. His entire arm was inside her…down her throat. Sarah hummed deeply down into his arm and jostled her huge body a little in the bed. Jeff felt a bit of a stinging sensation in his fingers, and he realized that it was Sarah’s stomach acid. It was burning his hand. 

Sarah seemed to sense Jeff’s sensation, and she suddenly bared her teeth at him, showing her two rows of teeth clamped down over his shoulder. There was absolutely no doubt that, if Sarah had wanted to, she could have bitten his entire arm off. But her gentle eyes and her soft hums reassured Jeff, and a moment later she had come up off his arm with a loud, luscious slurp. Immediately, she kissed Jeff hard, passionately, on the mouth. 

A few seconds later, she released him. 

“Felt a little burn on your hand there?” she asked.

Jeff nodded, too breathless to speak. 

“Hmmm, we don’t want a hydrochloric acid burn, now, do we?” asked Sarah, and she carefully but quickly whisked Jeff off the bed. A moment later, she was running cold water over his hand, and she made him keep it there while she brushed her teeth, put on her nighttime lotion, and performed all the other little tasks she did before bed. 

“Does it hurt now?” she asked Jeff, after about ten minutes.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “It was…it was just a little touch of it, I think.”

“Well, I can’t be too careful, dude” said Sarah, her mouth curving in pleasure for a moment, and then wavering for an instant with emotion. A quick energy seemed to emerge from her breast, and she barely stifled a little guffaw as tiny tears gathered in her eyes. Her emotional snort puffed her cheeks for a brief exhale, and then stretched itself out under her tired, merry eyes. She blinked as she exhaled, pulling his body into her warmth, her open eyes first staring at something beyond him. But then she looked down, and took in the sight, and the scent, of what was in her arms. 

Ten minutes later, they were both asleep. Jeff had never felt so cozy in his entire life.