The Most Powerful Thing a Man Does

His member was long, but not thick and he didn't seem to have the ability to slow down or modulate his thrusts. I felt inert beneath him - like I was not quite there, yet my core was moved. Deep inside my innards stirred, and although I wanted variety from him, I also wanted him to continue quickly. I wanted his seed inside of me.

He was odd. He was as long and thin as his cock, and was the focus of his entire being. Once I got him naked, that long cock jutted out from his body as if pasted on by a god with a sense of humor - yet that cock demanded attention. The rest of him did not exist.

He was not quite erect, so I took his cock in my mouth, although I could only fit half. He decided to shove - even though I gagged and struggled to breathe. I needed him hard to penetrate me. So I stroked his balls, which were long and thick/ a counterpoint to his slim cock. He moaned in appreciation. He quickened his pace. He was fully hard now.

"Don't come in my mouth," I barked after spitting him out. "Come in my cunt."

"I thought you were a whore who wants to gag on a cock?" He had a dirty mouth. But he knew what he was saying. His words were appropriate for the occasion.

"No," I answered, laying down on the bed, pulling him by his long thin member. "I'm one of those whores who likes sperm in her cunt. Get in and hurry!"

I opened and he mounted me, entered quickly, and became the maniac he was in the thirty seconds before he came. He was uncoordinated motion, deep thrusting, and filthy, unconsidered words.

"You fucking whore, you married slut bitch, you like a good dicking don't you... goddam you're a dirty cheap whore" and so forth. He had been up on his arms. I pulled him down, pressed him against my tits, and whispered into his ear.

"I'm all that and more. I'm a gaping cunt. I want every man in the world inside of me. I

need

come in me. Men have come into me before you, and they'll come after you. Now is your time. Come in me you bastard." Then he reared up and screamed: "Pussy, tight pussy, you cheap fucking who're."

His buttocks rippled beneath my hands. He pumped his seed into me and after a long time was still. His body was trembling. I disliked him. I just needed him for this purpose, but at that moment, I felt sympathy for the rawness of his post-coital body, all the exposed nerves of his spent orgasm rolling under my fingertips across his back, his ass, between the crack of his ass.

Then I wanted him to leave. He knew this; he collected his clothes. He looked down at me. He wanted to say something, but he knew better. I said the words for him.

"Don't worry. This is what I want. I want those words. You're a man; your orgasm is the most important thing in your life. You did what you had to do. You need to treat me like that." He turned and walked through the door.

Then the door to the next room opened, and Joseph was standing next to me, naked, hairy, his large cock wildly hard, the bulging veins running around it like live wires. He stuck two fingers in my pussy. I opened my legs for him.

"He likes to degrade you," Joseph said. "It turns him on."

"It turns me on too," I answered. "Otherwise I wouldn't do it."

"Don't you ever wonder why you need that?" he asked, climbing on the bed, running come along my two nipples, circling them with his fat index finger, leaving a bright slick.

"You need it too," I answered, feeling him slip his cock into me; it was far larger than his predecessor, but with the come, he wedged in easily into me.

"Yes, I do," he moaned, holding himself inside. Not moving at all.

"We need what we need" I said, as he lowered himself on top of me, and began to thrust quickly. "That's the justification. We don't need any others. You have to come because it is the most powerful thing a man does, and I want it in me. I want its power."

And those were the words he needed, and he came long and deep within me, and he screamed his own words, lofty and filthy at the same time, as he poured his seed into me.