“Rita, I’ll leave now if you want. It has been about ten minutes since I walked in. But, I really, really love this and I don’t want to stop. Do you Rita? Just tell me.”
God, he was so damn arrogant and he knew he had me.
Breathlessly, I replied, “yes, we should stop now.” But I hung on and moved it around my open pussy. I was dying. I wanted this as much as anything in the world but…but. And then without thinking or saying anything else, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He was still a little soapy but I didn’t care. I had to have that cock.
I slurped as I talked, “God, Josh, I need this so bad. Oh, my God, my God.”
“Me too Rita. I want this so fucking much. It feels so damn good to fuck your mouth again.”
His hips were humping my head and I knew he was close and I wanted to drink his cum, but right now, I needed something else. Apparently, he did too.
He pulled me to my feet and moved me back in the shower, bent me over so I was leaning against the seat. He held the cheeks of my ass open as I groped for his cock and I pulled it to my waiting, needy cunt. With one stroke, since I was so slick, he buried his big cock all the way inside me until I felt his balls nestled against my clit. I pushed back as hard as I could against him. “God, fuck mommy Josh. Fuck mommy baby.”
It seemed like his cock stiffened even more. I felt his big head every time he entered and then almost exited my hot fucking hole. My pussy felt like it had been empty for years but was just now getting as full as it needs to be.
My tits were swinging as he reached around to grab one and squeezed it hard. I heard Josh’s familiar grunts as he worked to give me the fucking we both needed. I was sobbing and moaning at the same time. No matter how many times Josh fucks me, I am always surprised by the size of his cock, the force of his strokes, and the passion he has. I am very loud during sex but if anything he is louder. He talks, grunts, moans and groans and when that is combined with my sounds and that of our bodies slapping together, it was a good thing we were the only ones in the house at the time. He has fucked me before when other people were in the house but when no one else is, we are both very expressive.
He almost lifted me of my feet every time his cock entered me. All I could do was stand there and try to remain on my feet. One hand was holding my shoulders and the other was gripping my tit and it seemed like he used both to get leverage to plunge in me harder. If I weren’t so wet and ready, it would have hurt it was so hard but even so, it would have been a very pleasurable pain.
I have to admit that I started cumming way before he did. My pussy was contracting and clinching his dick but he kept fucking me. I have no idea how many times I came but my spasming pussy soon had the effect of making him even more passionate. He shortened his strokes and made them harder. I couldn’t believe the fucking I was getting.
In writing this after the fact, I want to pause here and expound on that last sentence. As most women know there are all kinds of sexual congress. And most of it is great…but it can be different at different times and certainly with different men. There is a difference between making love and getting fucked, and there is a difference between getting fucked, and getting FUCKED. I am submissive so for me it may be different than for girls that aren’t but when a man thoroughly, totally, consummately, entirely, passionately fucks me, it is the most amazing thing in the world. My husband will very occasionally do that when he’d been gone for several weeks. But Josh does it every time he has fucked me. I’ve seen girls in porn flicks that spent more time fucking a cock than the man fucks them with his cock. Believe me, I TRY to fuck – to thrust him – and maybe I just don’t know how to do it but with Josh, about the only thing I can do is just hang on. He REAMS, FILLS, and FUCKS. I heard a woman say once that getting fucked by her husband was analogous to eating Chinese food…a couple of hours later and you don’t remember it ever happening. Well, when Josh fucks me, I definitely remember. I may want it again in a little while but I sure as hell knew that he wore my cunt out when he did fuck me.