The Firsttimer

I was wondering, how we would get over the awkward stage. Two people in the room, who came there with the sole intention of fucking each other. And the room was an actual fuckroom. A room for people to fuck in. That’s why we chose the place as the location, where we would fuck each other for the first time.

She was sitting in this office chair, that some sick internal decorator had put into our little love nest, presumably trying to serve the office fetish freaks. She looked a bit stiff, as if she was not sure, whether the right things were going to happen. I knew they were. Fuck it, I said to myself, it’s too late to be shy. I walked over to her, took a good look at the depth of her big brown eyes, took my hand to her cheek, pet her gently, and gave her a smooth, tender little kiss. It almost felt like whispering words of love and desire into her ear.

The two big question marks in her eyes didn’t go away. I thought she wanted to kick it off by talking for a while, so I threw myself on the bed and gave her a waiting look. She just stood up and said,

“There, you throw yourself on the bed, I come and lie next to you and so it begins.”

A minute later, there she was, laid spread out before me, her voloptous body bent over in an inviting display of receptiveness, her buttcheeks wobbling slightly on either side of her dripping wet pussy, as she was shivering in demanding anticipation. I was hearing blurred echoes of her moans, as if it was only happening in my head, as if it was all just a wet dream. Give it to me, she was saying, fuck the bitch, fuck me. I felt electric bolts running down my spine, adding to the charge in my balls, which were already at the bursting point. I tilted my ass backwards, to get a good running distance for the initial shove. The complete and utter absence of blood in your head doesn’t really help your aim, when you’re trying to stick it in from two feet away.

The fucking sheriff’s wife, that’s what she was. And the old sheriff’s daughter. Well. Actually she was a wife of a patrol officer from Miami police north station on NW 62nd, and a daughter of a retired Miami police training center instructor, but you know, what the fuck. Un puerco es un puerco.

For that, I was going to give it to her.

Oh yes, she was going to get it for every painful twitch in my exhausted legs after each of the hundreds of grueling police chases, when i made it out, and she was going to get it seven fold for every slap in the face, every black eye, every bruise, and every broken bone, that i got from her oinking porker relatives, when they had managed to run me down. I almost felt sorry for her.

Such a pleasent looking thing she was.

The long shiny black velvet, that her hair was, made her look like a mysterious mountain nymph, who came down from her magic cave to have her ways with me. The soft white tits, that felt as if i was kneading pizza dough, for some reason looked to me, as if they were full of sweet and rich white milk. The cock-greed, laid out so bluntly in the brown clarity of her eyes, displaying demand so great, that I could never hope to fulfill, the two hypnotic vorticis swirling threateningly, as she focused on me, made me feel as if i was going to go down her throat without as much as giving her a burp. Not even a hiccup.

But I wasn’t going to let her. So i shoved it, clenching my teeth in case the intense pain of a missed long distance power shove appeared in the base of my cock, and I rolled off the bed like a sack of potatoes. It didn’t and I didn’t. I slammed into her, my body and mind and soul merging and morphing into one large raging furnace of flaming vengeance, and she actually managed a loud moan between when my balls met her clit in a loud slap, and when her head met the iron bar at the head of the bed in a loud thud with an irony sort of resonance to it.

Fucking an unconscious woman is not unheard of, but it is most certainly a thing, that would leave a bad taste in my mouth. So I sort of leaned forward to see how she was doing. The absence of blood indicated, that there were probably no serious injuries. Hearing her voice in a half horny, half irritated tone say “why you stopping, fuck me, fuck the bitch”, indicated, that she wasn’t even knocked out. Her porker husband probably hardened her head with his police techniques, or whatever the fuck they use, while mistreating their wives.

I banged her like there was no tomorrow. No today either, for that matter. Her huge ass splashing against my groin and thighs, my balls banging against her huge clit, that hung down there almost like a little dick, her tits jerking wildly with each hit, her calls, her moans, calling me over and over again, to fuck the bitch.

I was about to cum. And she wasn’t. So i pulled it out, and stuck my fist in. I took my teeth to her clit and held it between them, so that I was able to tongue it without distractions from her twitches. My hand was in there almost down to my elbow and I shook it wildly, while gently tonguing her clit. I always enjoyed contrasts. Shaking my hand, burried elbow deep into her cunt, while taking gentle little licks to her clit. It was fun.

Until she exploded. It was hard to believe, that a woman as large as her is physically capable of bouncing round like that, but as she came, she squeezed her thighs together, and started twitching so violently, that i actually remembered to check out her mouth for foaming. It looked like an epileptic shock, goddamnit. So much for my plan to stick it back in and fuck her into an orgasm.

It took longer then a minute for her twitches to ease down enough, that I was able to, not without problems, give it to her some more. But once I had it back in, it was a punishing, heavy-banging sort of fuck, that she deserved, but more intriguingly, also craved for. She went into a long, siren type, screaming moan and the memories of my youth came back to me, it was as if I had 30 pigs on my tail once again, running through holes in fences of my torn down industrial neighbourhood, my legs burning like I had them dipped into a pool of nitric acid, but the fucking siren kept creeping closer and closer.

I exploded into a huge spread out splash, and my cum was all over her ass, her back, her hair, and all over the bed. She was a large woman, but not so large, that she would cover the entire area of a king sized bed. Her siren moan went into repeated short moan mode. I tumbled over like a fallen tree, bounced off the bed a few times, while her moans grew ever more quiet, ever more far between. My body was spent. She rolled over, covering my face with her huge, soft, beautiful tits, so it was difficult to breathe. One could easily die like this. And it’s a good way to go as well.