I gave into his probing completely, but his movements weren’t the only things on my mind. Facing me was a very hard, very vascular penis. There were so many striking features. His length and girth were spectacular, and his testes — large and heavy — hung far below.
But what amazed me was how wet it looked. When my husband gets very excited he sometimes produces a drop of precum. Three inches from my nose was a growing pool of it on the table. That’s when I understood, he didn’t want me, he needed me.
“Fuck, Sandy, I can barely get two fingers into you. You’re gonna fucking love this.” But he didn’t rush. He made love to me with his fingers, and only after I exploded with my first orgasm did he move from the side.
“Pretty good, huh? You fucking loved that, didn’t you?”
“Yes! Yes!” And these were the first words I had spoken.
“It’s gonna get better.” He moved behind me, and rubbed his penis against my opening. “You’re ready for some real cock, Sandy, aren’t you?” I didn’t respond, and he kept teasing me. “Beg me, bitch. Beg me for some real cock.” I held back. “It’s ok,” I heard him whisper, “you’ll learn to beg.”
He pushed into me. I wasn’t prepared for his size, so it was slow going at first. But he was relentless. Finally, thankfully, my body accepted his, and he began to take me. His thrusts were long and powerful, and steady. His pace, once he reached it, was constant. He was a machine, and I loved it. My body responded quickly to his, and as he promised, my orgasm was powerful.
When it struck, he held me tight. I felt my body pulsating around his penis, which was deeper than any before. When I thought it was over, he brought me right back by stroking fingers across my clit.
“You like that, don’t you.” I panted an unintelligible answer, but he knew the truth. “Now it’s my turn.”
“Please be careful,” I panted. “No,” was all he said. And then he began to take me. He made love to me on that table with a pace and a force that was unimaginable. At first I tried to keep pace, but eventually gave up. My job was to hold on to the table, and let him take charge.
I knew he was getting close, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop him. What I didn’t expect was my response. When he buried himself deep inside me and let out a scream, I felt the pressure of his release. His orgasm induced one of my own, and I rode him as hard as I could.
We panted in place. I had no idea what to expect, but I knew what had just happened. I just had the most exciting sexual experience of my life. “Let go of the table. I’m going to roll you over.” I complied.
Now on my back, and facing him for the first time, I found him irresistible. Still inside me, he bent his body over mine to kiss me. After breaking our short, sweet embrace he looked me in the eyes. “I love you.” I was shocked to hear it, and he didn’t wait for a response.
“Wrap your arms and legs around me and hold on.” I did as I was told and he lifted me into the air. He carried me this way, with his penis still inside me, to my bedroom. He gently placed me on the bed, and stayed on top of me.