GITJ Post 307: The Pink Wave, Aftermath Begins

In bed, morning, just waking up. I felt the early November breeze from outside, chilly. For warmth, I nuzzled into the large body that was in there with me.

nnnnghhh….

I began to remember. We’d climaxed together last night, over there on my embarrassingly threadbare couch, her straddling my lap. My head had been buried between her tits and she’d made sure my ears were covered, cupped, before we came. I remember the sound of shattered glass.

Christ almighty. Her screams had broken my window and set off car alarms in the parking lot.

Laying there now, against her, I shuddered.

It was morning, Wednesday after the election, Wednesday after our first real fuck. She, Melissa, my new Office Manager was with me, laying on her side facing the wall in my little bed, and I found myself woken clinging to her as the laughably small ‘big spoon’ pressed into her, facing her sizable back. Thin white sheets pooled around us. My right arm was curled up around her wasp waist and my groin rested in her huge, muscular rear. With my first conscious breath I’d felt myself immediately hardening into her.

Melissa was not awake, at least not yet. I noticed that she was wearing an old t-shirt of mine, thinned and softened by the years, white, a memento from Amherst. She’d obviously found it after I’d passed out underneath her last night. Through it, I could see she was not wearing a bra. For a while I watched, half in awe, as with each breath her lungs expanded her back, slowly, like great bellows, stretching the tee even thinner. Thick dark hair like a mane fell all over our shared pillow in soft waves. I breathed in her shampoo, hardened up some more and found myself unconsciously pushing into her. Still she slept, I think.

More memories, more images from last night on my couch made me shudder again. That was our first intercourse, our first real lovemaking? It had left me, I realized as I explored my thoughts, feeling sorta dirty and submissive and small. It had been quick - drunk on vodka and whatever else BOOM! put in their chocolate martinis, she had been like a woman possessed, needed it right then. Though it should have been a romantic moment it felt more like being fucked by a steam train than anything else. Plus my gender had just lost an emasculating night of elections, and faced an uncertain, tenuous future…that made me feel smaller, more inferior and more meager still. But I had to admit jesus it was unlike any sex I’d ever had. Yes, she was dominant, me the hapless submissive, but it had been like we were made for one another, our bodies working in a symbiotic harmony. I shuddered, there behind her, remembering it. Jesus I’d been like a little cretin. I didn’t want to be this way, I swear! But she had been a woman unleashed, and I had been just clinging to her, holding on. Was this what our intimacy, our lovemaking would be like? I shivered in the dark excitement the idea brought, and remembered it all again, last night…

Her hips - ample and broad - had worked me lithely, athletic. Her arms - strong and resolute - held me tenderly. Her breasts - enveloping mammary mountains - surrounded my face softly. She’d controlled our rhythm, sitting atop me in the dark, and brought me in for the ride. When she came, and I exploded, it was in a torrent. The fluid! I gasped, I remember, feeling her gush around me as she screamed and the window broke. Onto my thin hips and thighs she came, soaking me in a spilling cascade of her juices. Despite the ignominy of my passiveness, I remember the excitement, how I smiled before I passed out below her. I had, even in my meekest efforts, brought her pleasure that fucking shattered glass and brought her to deluge.

In bed, the big spoon, I grew harder still against her butt.

I wanted her, right then. I wanted her to roll over and almost without a word, just some ‘good mornings’ or somesuch, plunge her tongue into my mouth. I wanted the force of her kiss to press my head into the pillow.  I wanted her to mount me, cover my body with her weight, to take me again under the covers and make me feel helpless.

I heard myself sigh. She was still sleeping.

Tremulously, I pulled my right arm from around her waist and laid it upon her flank. Running it up, over the muscles of her lats, her teres minor, her infraspinatus, I gulped. The young woman’s body felt almost like a marble statue, except that she was so warm, her skin so soft. It - her perfectly female flesh - just clung to what felt to be impossibly dense musculature beneath. As a physician, I’ve palplated countless bodies in my time, during exams. Never had I felt anything like…this. As her breath rose, I could see the sinews of her back, and as my hand roamed it, across the thin tee shirt, I found the smooth, hard swells of her muscles completely unyielding. She was soft, but iron-hard. My mouth had gone dry.

Gathering more bravery, and seeing that she still slept, that her breaths still came in the same slow, powerful rhythm, I moved my hand from her back, down her lumbar triangle, to her obliques, up the dramatic curve of her gluteus medius, and then - nervously peeling the sheets a bit away - onto the huge expanse of her ass, bare. By god, her hips were easily twice my own width, and the sheer amount of brawn under my trembling hand might rival all I had in my own body. She was massive! And, like the rest of her, it was a smooth layer of feminine softness that overlaid a powerful mountain of muscle. My own breath came in quick rasps now, even as she continued sleeping. This woman was a masterpiece! Sculpted by the gods or who knows what - I didn’t care. She was in bed with fucking me!

Grasping her hip and unable to help myself, I pulled myself again into her. Jesus, this woman could sleep - ! I was not a small guy, down there, and now fully erect. She must be exhausted not to feel this, I thought, not without a little pride, remembering now how it felt to be inside her last night, filling her. God, I’d never been so hard in all my life, and couldn’t help to press in…

…

“You like this, when I take charge, don’t you?” she’d whispered down to me, as she sat atop me on the couch last night, fucking me, holding my hands clamped by the wrist above my head with one hand of hers. My head was not so deep between her breasts that I couldn’t hear, or be seen to nod in acquiescence. Her chuckle, too, I could hear through her chest. “Is that part of it? Why you’re so - ooooo, nnnnngh! - turned on?” she continued, as her hips rolled up and down my length, “Do you like me being the one in control?”

Without stopping the slow thrusts of her hips, she’d used the hand behind my head to turn it up towards her.  "You like this, do you?" she breathed softly, smiling as I briefly struggled beneath her, "Like me to be on top, huh?" She then grunted and gave me a hard thrust with her heavy hips. I groaned, and she turned my face back down, into the sweet, smothering darkness of her cleavage. “Yeah, you do. That’s okay…” I heard her say, as she went at me again, fucking me with renewed vigor, “just let mama do all the work.” Tits bounced all around my head as I rested motionless below her. I’d realized how passive I was being, and that only brought on my climax quicker. She’d sensed it, she’d known right when I was going to come, and her own orgasm came right on its heels.

“Yes, baby, YES!” she’d screamed, and that’s when I heard the walls first shake. “COME!” she boomed, shattering the window and bringing on the chorus of alarms…

…

I was at this point absolutely rutting into her enormous ass as she slept. What was happening to me!? I couldn’t help myself. My face was buried in her back, and I was…fuck…I was…No, I can’t do this! She’s…she’s sleeping!

Nngnh nnghhh ngnnghhghh…

oh ffffuuuuccccckkkkkkkkk…….noooooo….

…

…thank god I hadn’t seen her little smile.

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