Overwhelmed and Overcome

Wes ponders the implications of Katrina’s words and actions. “What the hell was that? That intense stare followed by that line ‘No more talking. I’m not going to deny you this fantasy or any other ones you’ve yet to tell me. All you have to do is enjoy it.’ She wasn’t talking to me; she was talking at me. Actually, more like commanding me. And then she just went for it.” He turns the handle on the sink to let the water flow and runs his hands under it. Splashing his face with water, he grabs a nearby hand-towel and wipes away the remaining droplets.

Turning the faucet off, he continues “I need to discuss with her about this and the previous night, but I don’t know where to begin. I mean obviously I was… ****… assaulted… No, those aren’t the right words, well they are, but that isn’t how I feel about it. What is it then? I feel guilty, but for not feeling guilty? Oh man, how could I possibly explain to my own girlfriend that I enjoyed fucking someone else? Honestly not even that, some random person fucked me without asking and I loved every minute of it. But I thought it was her, that has to count for something right?”

His eyes close and the recent memories flit across his mind. The gag, the cuffs, the condom, the low ‘shhh’, the ear nibbling. The sensations are brought front and center. He can taste the ball gag, feel the texture of the cuffs again, sense the pressure on his cock, and hear the whisper followed by the long ‘mmm’ as if the sound was emanating right next to his ear again. The effect these memories have on Wes make themselves known by bringing his cock back to full attention. Despite having sex mere minutes ago, his eager little soldier was ready to go again.

Looking down at his unabashedly stiff penis he chastises it in his mind “Really? I don’t recall asking your opinion. That’s it, we need to calm down a little first and a quick shower should do it.” Decision made, Wes grabs a towel to hide his erection and steps out of the bathroom. “Hey Kat, I’m gonna have a shower and…” His speech faulters when his sight locks onto Katrina, lying on her back with legs spread, fingering herself. Her creampied pussy staring right back at him while a thin river of cum flows past her fingers. Stunned, Wes forgets about the towel he is holding and it drops away. Having heard him, Katrina bends her head forward and notices his state of shock and arousal. “I see someone is ready again, what are ya waiting for? An invite? Get over here.”

Wes is on Katrina in a flash without any additional thoughts, questions, or considerations. Falling across her, they come face to face and start with a flurry of kisses. The rapid nature of which means they sometimes miss each other’s lips completely. Wes takes his left hand and grabs the underside of her left thigh. Pushing one leg back toward her stomach, he then sets the other as well to form a mating press position. Before he can grab his cock to line it up, she removes her fingers from deep within her vagina and beats him to the punch. She yanks his member to her waiting vulva. Wes feels a slight twinge of pain from the unexpected tug and instinctively slides his knees to be closer.

Not letting up, Katrina practically shoves Wes’s dick inside her, displacing some cum as it is pushed out. She slides her head to the side of his and moves her forearms under his armpits to reach across his back and lock her fingers together. No more signals are needed, and he begins thrusting into her at a rapid pace. One wet slap follows another as he is almost whipping his hips into her. The moans from both of them keep increasing during this merciless pummeling.

“Ah! AH! AHHHHH!” Katrina’s climax hits first since she was already prepped from her previous ministrations. Her vaginal muscles go wild, almost **** the penis that caused this state of pleasure to begin with. She tells him something, but he doesn’t hear her. Wes doesn’t stop. He can’t. He must endure until the end. And so, he does.

Slap. Slap. Slap. Accompanying this rhythmic drumbeat is the springs of the mattress creaking and groaning against the bodies slamming into them. What’s happening on this bed isn’t lovemaking, coupling, or even sex. It is just raw animalistic fucking that would look more at home in a nature documentary than this bedroom. Wes is going at it so hard that he is approaching the point of no return faster than he ever has, refractory period be damned. Loud moans of his own join Katrina’s as they relish in this fuckfest. His legs, hips, and back beg him to stop, but he can’t pay heed to their complaints over his need to cum.

Unlike every other time they’ve fucked, there is no hugging, no kissing, and no whispering of sweet nothings to each other throughout. All that is happening right now is upstroke, then downstroke. It’s an endless procession of simple movements designed for the sole purpose of reaching the peak. Once reached, pure bliss will hit with the **** of a mountain dropped from a great height.

And then, on the next downstroke, it hits. They scream into each other’s ears as their orgasms slam through them. Katrina’s eyes roll back, and Wes’s eyelids shut hard. Agape mouths make incoherent noises as muscles tense all over. Like a dam breaking, his seed rushes forward into her open canals. A river of semen careens its way through the passages, going anywhere there is room for it.

Panting heavily, the lovers are almost exhausted as they are astonished. While Wes is catching his breath, he still spasms a few more small spurts of semen into Katrina. She slowly descends from the precipice of pleasure and arrives on level ground before saying “Wes that was amazing, but ow.” He moves his head back to face her. A look of concern crosses his face but all he can muster right now is a ‘hmm?’

“After my first climax I asked you to slow down. You were going pretty hard. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad now you didn’t hear me but I’m going to need a little time to recuperate.” Again, he grunts another ‘hmm?’ Laughing, she clarifies “Get off me ya big lug.” He finally gets it and lifts his body off her, slipping his cock out from her warm embrace. Rivulets of their combined fluids glops out onto the bedsheets.

Katrina laments “Dammit, I had just put these sheets on last night. Fuck it, worth it.” Wes is standing at the side of the bed when she requests “Why don’t you hop into the shower and get ready like you were about to before you got… distracted.” A giggle follows that final word. Yet again Wes’s head is still swimming somewhere between heaven and ecstasy. Another ‘hmm?’ is the most he can manage. “You still need to talk to Andre remember?” He stares blankly. Sarcastically, Katrina asks “You remember Andre right? Your best friend going on two decades now.”

Wes asks “Who?” but, before Katrina can say anything, he laughs. “Yeah, yeah. I’m going. Oh, and you’re welcome.” Wes turns away before she can react to his pompous statement with a classic eye roll. He then triumphantly struts to the bathroom. She can’t help but chuckle at the over-the-top cocky display. Laying back down, Katrina rests for a short while, knowing she will have to rise soon to clean herself up.