Do you know what it is like to have a heart attack? To feel your chest savagely grabbed and squeezed like a fucking lemon? To have excruciating agony shoot throughout your convulsing body. To know that something was desperately wrong and then realize that you're on the very brink of death?
"Oh, crap...this can't be happening!" was all that reverberated in my head in a futile denial of the breath-robbing pain that pierced my very core. "Fuck! It is!"
Well, that's what happened to me - just as I was blasting two-balls-full of spunk into the churning twat of Jan, my super-horny, sweat-dripping Asian girlfriend. It was Thanksgiving Day, and at the risk of seeming vulgar, I was giving Jan a lot to be thankful for by vigorously stuffing my meaty-sausage into her steamy slippery tight Japanese cunt.
With her shapely ankles locked behind my hips, Jan's fingernails clawed my back as she desperately clutched me to her and urged me for more. Her dark red nipples that were obscenely thick and long ground against my glistening chest. With her head tilted back, her almond-shaped eyes were pressed shut as sweat dripped freely from her flushed beautiful face.
My groin slapped lewdly in a rapid tattoo against her exposed sex with piledriver strokes, plunging all the way in, then almost out, and then quickly banging back in again. The lewd squishing from her sopping wet twat was matched by the guttural grunts that she made when she heaved her pussy upwards to meet my downward strokes. I was dripping profusely as I humped Jan's juicy twat like a wild boar porking his favorite in-heat sow.
"Ohh, damn it! I'm going to come! Don't you dare stop, you goddamn fucking bastard! Come on! Fuck me harder and faster! Cum with me! Cum in me, baby...shoot inside of my fucking cunt, Ken! Fill me with your goddamn hot creamy spunk! Do it! Goddamn you, shoot...shoot!"
No sooner had she uttered her obscene demands, Jan "exploded" - bucking and thrashing in a mind-rendering climax. Her orgasmic convulsions were so violent that I had to struggle not to be thrown off my insatiable and demanding Asian lover.
Before I go any further, let me put this gut-rendering carnal event into the proper perspective. I am Ken, and Jan and I are two fifty-year-old single professionals who met on a blind date set up by mutual acquaintances some eight years ago. Thinking back to that time, I would be lying if I said that it was love or even attraction at first sight because it wasn't by any means.
To begin with, while Jan was somewhat good-looking, she lacked that certain "pizzazz" of the busty curvy women I had bedded. A willowy five-feet-six with slender legs, narrow hips, tight buns, and a taut stomach, Jan left much to be desired. This point was amplified by the fact that Jan would have been flat-chested if not for her unbelievably large nipples that jutted provocatively up and out to give her a rather perky illusion.
What further complicated our initial relationship was that Jan first came across as being somewhat standoffish. It wasn't until later that I learned that her social awkwardness was due to her being the only child of demanding and selfish traditional Japanese parents. They controlled and twisted every aspect of her younger life, and when she reached adulthood, scared off any possible suitors who might steal their seemingly subservient and compliant daughter from them.
Her mother passed away Jan was in her late-thirties and left her daughter to deal with her aging, bed-ridden domineering father. When I first met him, the bastard had no qualms disliking me and made dating Jan was extremely difficult. However, instead of being discouraged, I decided to continue dating Jan to spite the ornery old asshole, and as my relationship with Jan progressed, made it a point to fuck his precious daughter right under his nose.
In the beginning, one of the reasons why we weren't immediately drawn to each other was that we were complete opposites. To burn off her frustration with her life that seemed to be going nowhere fast, Jan was a fitness-exercise-freak which explained her general lack of body fat to her athletically lean body. A health-nut and vegan, she was into this "my body is a temple" philosophy and was a teetotaler on top of that.
While I don't consider myself to be bad looking; I am hardly what you would call "toned" by any standard. My roundness spoke volumes as to my certification as a couch-potato who smoked, loved beer, and indulged in tasty but fattening fast food. Rather than exercising in a gym and inflicting pain on myself, I exercise my mind at work and was an undeniable workaholic professional who would rather spend much of the time at my office than in a gym.
Another reason was that I also wasn't the kind of guy to whom Jan had been attracted. As she would later disclose to me after we had become a couple, "I know this sounds a bit weird, Ken, but I was a 'closet-slut' who rebelled against my domineer parents by sneaking out and letting myself get screwed by guys they would have hated.
"My previous affairs were with the muscular gym predators who were always in the hunt for 'fresh meat' and I was willing to serve myself to them. Unfortunately, once the sexual appetites of these ass-wipes were sated, they had no qualms discarding me to hunt for other prey. The sad part is that my string of dismal affairs had done little to dampen my attraction to hard-body-soft-minded men. Sick, huh?"
As for me, the few women who traipsed through my life were completely unlike Jan. These women flaunted their sexuality, took charge, and seduced me with their boobs, butts, and loose ways. Of course, it went without saying that they were also somewhat dim-witted, very shallow, and more likely to leave me when a better prospect came along. But, hey, my philosophy at the time had been to feast while I could because the female famine to follow was sure likely to be a long one.
Still, despite our differences and initial lack of attraction to each other, Jan and I had nothing to lose by dating one another. We were both unattached at the time and willing to be a companion for the time being. In retrospect, this may have worked unknowingly to our advantage. Because Jan wasn't my type, I didn't put the "move" on her in the beginning, and instead, I took my time, unlike her previous male liaisons. Since Jan had only known hard-charging gym denizens who were intent on getting into her panties, my layback approach threw Jan for a loop and intrigued and interested her in me.
For me, my interest in Jan as a sex partner was kickstarted when she had me pick her up from the gym so that we could catch a movie after she worked out, showered, and changed. As a result, I ended up watching her in her aerobic step class through the plexiglass wall. For a normally a prudishly dressed woman, Jan surprised me by wearing skin-tight short exercise shorts that displayed her shapely legs and firm buns but with no visible panty or thong lines.
If I thought that Jan being "commando" under her shorts was arousing, her shortened midriff sports bra top captured my attention. With no apparent padded cups, her thin top which was drenched with her sweat from her strenuous work out clung to her like a second skin, really accentuated her big hard nipples that jutted out and jiggled lewdly throughout her strenuous workout. It was then that I began to wonder what it would be like to suck on such treats while screwing a sweat-covered Jan.
Still, it took us almost a year before we got to the point where we were asking ourselves, "Why not?" We were awkward at first like two high schoolers, fumbling and giggling as if it was our first time, hesitant in our uncertain desire. While sex was satisfying in that we finally "did it," the episode didn't exactly blow our socks off. However, once we took a sip of the wine of sweet sex, we did not think to stop drinking. After all, we had nothing else to quench our thirst...and we were thirstier than we knew.
What hooked Jan on me was that I savored her exotic physical delicacies, and actually focused on foreplay and stimulating her rather than just banging her. Can you imagine that as unbelievable as it may seem, I was the first guy to go down on Jan to savor her tasty quim? And given her previous lovers, I surprisingly was the first to give Jan an orgasm that was not brought about by her own fingers. I was the first guy who cuddled with her after sex and did not expect her to immediately and gratefully suck my dick and nuts clean. The more she discovered sex (and herself) through me, the more she was open to jumping my boner.
As for me, I couldn't believe just how turned on Jan got. You can imagine my utter surprise when her ruby-red cylinders stuck out nearly three-fourths of an inch and were about half-an-inch thick once in my mouth. I loved tongue-lashing, sucking those meaty babies, and tweaking them, and when I bit and tugged those delicious meaty nipples from her heaving chest Jan, causing her to go spastic. To my delight, I soon discovered that the more attention paid to her tiny tits, the more her sexual juices flowed, the wider her legs spread, and the sluttier Jan became.
However, although she had numerous sexual partners before me, Jan was unexpectedly 'virgin tight' when we first made it. I would have had a difficult time penetrating her if not for the copious amount of liquid excitement that gushed freely from her love tunnel because of the good titty sucking and pussy eating I had given her. But to play it safe, I started keeping a tube of lubricant close at hand just in case a bit more slipperiness was needed.
