Shazam or Goddamn

 

I imagine it is like getting hit by lightning; that feeling of it coursing through your body, your hairs standing on end and I can’t even recall if I exclaimed Shazam or Goddamn! I never think it’s going to be possible, and yet the man always finds the way to give me that high pro glow. You know that orgasm that makes you feel like you levitate off the bed and where your whole body shakes like you're having a grand mal seizure. I go deaf and see stars, and have an out-of-body experience and feel like I’m watching the whole show from over his shoulder. I fear a tsunami that builds and builds in a reversing tide, and I think it’s going to flood and burst forward and drown the poor man. My orgasms rarely ever explode like I think they’re going to, but it definitely feels like they do. It’s not the game changer climax, but the game ending one, my nipples invert, my clit tries to jump off my body, and there is no coming back from it, and I’m lucky if I can manage to get up to rinse or pee after. I don’t even know if he got his because mine was so intense, and if not, sorry/not sorry.

I do feel bad, though, because he rarely gets to finish, and it’s like he is the female, but without the premenopause that afflicts me and makes me feel tired and asexual at times, not to mention the normal aches and pains of life. His persistence breaks me down, and his pent-up frustrations and desperate need for some release usually manifest themselves in his renowned brattiness. I had all my defenses in place like “I’m working”, “I’m tired” and “I need to shower”, but he wasn’t hearing any of that and replied with “I loves your natural look, I’ll tongue bathe you” and always my favorite, “ you won’t have to do a thing, just relax and ignore me”. I say, be careful what you ask for, but he knows I’m weak, and I know he gets off by getting me off.

As usual, the deed was everything I didn’t know I needed. At first, he was just a nuisance like my cat, in and out of my home office, or bugging me by trying to cater to needs I never expressed. He does everything but lay across my keyboard like our fur baby does. I exhausted all my usual excuses, minus the “I have a headache”, because I secretly didn’t want him to stop, and just wanted him to work for it. Don’t tell anyone at the office, but I was still in my nightshirt and panties, so my physical defenses were already low when he turned me in my chair and asked for a kiss. I played coy and said I guess, as he gave me that smirk that said, fuck around and find out. His kiss met the challenge, and it was so hot and hungry that it took my breath away, but I held my ground until.

He stood up in front of me, and all I could see was the outline of his waking manhood as it was so beautifully pressed against his sweats, outlining my breakfast and making my mouth water. He was the one playing coy then as he grabbed his cock over his pants and apologized, before blaming me for it. I suddenly lost control of my faculties, and that’s the story I’m sticking to, as I grabbed his waistband and pulled down until his fat manhood literally clubbed me in the face. Goddamn was it happy to see me, and I it. I grabbed it like it was a Golden Globe and admired its girth in my hands and the thick vein feeding it. I’m not usually big on oral, but my mouth begged to differ. It was so hard that I had to pull it down into my wanting mouth, and I couldn’t help myself as I found myself moaning with it in my mouth like it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. There is something about eating something that you can obviously tell enjoys being eaten. It throbbed in my hands and mouth, and all I could think about was having it throb inside my other hungry mouth. I sucked like nobody’s business and nearly got carried away until I tasted his precum, which made my pussy give me a swift kick as if to say “don’t be greedy bitch”.

As if he could hear my pussy bitching, he kneeled, pulled me to the edge of my chair and pulled my already damp panties to the side and directed me to hold them open like curtains obstructing his view, and who was I to argue? I had a front row seat, literally, and got to watch him kiss my nether mouth with just as much passion and hunger, if not more. Now he was like a fat kid eating cake, he made happy sounds as he lapped up my appreciation as it dripped down my folds, and he used my juices to swirl over and around my ever growing clit. I was already there as I watched his face spread me and devour my clit until I had my first little orgasm, and my pussy roared again, “don’t be greedy bitch”, I too concurred, and involuntarily avowed to him, “ I want your cock inside me”.

We ain’t exactly spring chickens anymore, but he jumped to his feet with the quickness, and he might have clubbed me again if I weren’t already reclined in my chair. He ushered me over to the bed, and I was so excited, and I asked myself, “Why do we wait so long between sessions?” It’s probably the recoup time needed at our age, but at that moment, we were both obnoxiously ready. I was dripping through my soaked panties and all down my thighs, and all I could see was his cock leading the way, defying gravity and swaying East and West like the one I like best. He then gave me a little twirl, picked me up, and dropped me on the bed. I fell back on my elbows and said to myself, “Alright, big guy, do your best”. He read my mind and pulled my panties off and me roughly to the edge of the bed. He then pushed my legs wide and grabbed his fat cock and lathered it between my dripping folds before pushing into me so hard and deep that his pelvis smashed my clit, and his undercarriage smacked my ass. I thought to myself then that he better hurry and get his because mine was already threatening, and to drop that clue, I demanded “harder”.

FAFO, I did. He rocked me alright, and the fuse was burning down quickly. From that next and every consecutive perfectly punishing thrust, I could feel what I imagine a balloon must feel like as I inhaled with every blow. I tried to continue to watch, but it became too much, and I fell back, peeled off my nightie, and took a death grip on the blankets waiting for sweet oblivion to take me. My breasts synced with his strokes and my clit screamed between blows as his pelvis tried to silence them. I could see in all the bulging veins on his body that he also was close, and when he wrapped his arms around my thighs and lifted me off the bed so that I couldn’t get away, I confessed out loud that I was close, when in actuality, I was already cumming and just wanted him to hurry up and join me. His deep guttural groans made me hang on by the skin of my teeth because I didn’t want to miss the ending, and boy, am I glad that I did. Not as happy as him I’m sure, but I was still cumming when he too was hit by lightning. Oh, to hear his climax just made mine that much more definitive, as he went still like a beautiful bronze statue, and I felt his seed fill me as our competing orgasms wash each other out. He fell on top of me, exhausted and thankfully equally spent, and all I could do was kiss his delicious lips and sweaty brow as we echoed I love you.

Happy Hump Day!