Alphonse was in abomination heaven. Sure, he had known the basics, and had instincts crammed into his brain by several different animals, but he had no idea it was supposed to feel this good. He gave a grunt as she squeezed both shafts, feeling the muscles of her ass and legs flex, gripping in wonderfully interesting ways. It almost surprised him when her hands touched each head. Was the female supposed to do that? Her moans let him know that what ever was supposed to happen, she was enjoying it.<br/><br/>"Al, darlin, don't be afraid to lick some more..." He heard the words, but they didn't register for a few more thrusts. As she crossed her legs and continued to play with his cock tips, he bent almost in half. His tongue reached out to touch her back, right above her hip, and slowly worked its way up and across. He reached her opposite shoulder, and licked over to her front, partially turning her torso to get a clear shot at her breasts. From her shoulder to one nipple, then the other, then up the side of her neck and to her back again. He breathed harshly on the back of her neck, hot, but a surprisingly pleasant sent. Instinct told him he was supposed to use his teeth to keep her from moving too much, but the way she was moving now, why would he stop that?<br/><br/>He felt her hands grip a little harder, and stroke faster. He moved his hands from her hips to her upper legs, his finger curled around her thighs, his thumbs spreading her asscheeks then pushing them together around his shaft. The friction on his cocks was reaching the point of no return as he increased the speed of his thrusts. It was his first time, he wanted to to last as long as possible.<br/><br/>It was the rolling of her hips as much as the words the little redhead said. The chance to do more of this. The thought of holding this oiled woman against him again, maybe even other things, sent him off.<br/><br/>"Grrrrruuughhh!" A grunt, a growl, a moan, a soft roar. He thrust a few last times, and then plastered her to him, one large hand against her breasts, the other across her hips and thighs, mashing her tightly to him. A huge gout of cum erupted from both cocks. Charlie's wrist, trapped between their two bodies, had cum clear up to her elbow, with fluid splattered on her back and his stomach. Alphonse's other cock  aimed precisely where she wanted it, and coated her skin in a large patch. Again, the smell of it was lighter than it should have been, more of vegitation than of animal.<br/><br/>Alphonse held her tight as it happened, involuntary tremors going though both cocks, and the rest of his body. Only the barest bit of control remained to keep his strength from crushing her. He twitched his arms, fighting to stop the pleasure contractions from reaching his fingers. Each contraction coaxed another shot of cum out, the pressure lessening each time. Finally, after what felt like several minutes, he relaxed, all his muscles loosening. He still had the woman against his chest, but only in a gentle way, the option to leave being totally up to her.<br/><br/>A minute passed.<br/><br/>There was an enthusiastic yet soft clapping. Guntherson approached the pair, a towel over one shoulder, a jar under one arm. He stopped several yards away. "My vord, that vas an impressive display. Mistress Charlotte, I am impressed. Sure, he still has two, and I've no physical reaction, but such volume!" He realized with a start, that maybe now was not the time for small talk, as Charlie was clearly enjoying her work. "I...I vill be over there, when the time is...yes, over there." He retreated a respectful distance and waited, doing four-dimensional quadratic equations in his head to pass the time.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>