I Felt like Thirteen Again!
But I was mad as all hell, the lying cheating bastard. I found out though, a couple days after he left that I couldn't make myself cum anymore. Oh I would get almost there, but there was something about the fact that I was forced into masturbation that made orgasm impossible. Over the next year, it got worse and worse. I would get so horny and I would watch porn, or think about things that get me off but that damned orgasm would NOT come.
So I guess I just stopped. When I felt horny, I would go do something else. I tell you, my home has never been so spotless. One night some friends dragged me out to a party. Boy, I SO didn't want to go! I had made my mind up to leave early before I even got dressed. AND I made damn sure I didn't dress to thrill. I wore a boring pair of trousers and a long loose fitting top.
Anyways, I met this guy there. The thing is, he was a lot older than me. (I learned later he was in his 50s) We talked, shared a few drinks and went outside. Under the Cairns night sky we were talking about nothing much and then, like flicking a switch we were all over each other. I haven't felt like this since I was 13! We kissed savagely and I all but yanked his pants off him. Meanwhile he slammed me up against the wall and just jammed his hand in my pants. I thrust against him while wanking his cock as roughly as I could. Then, I felt a hurricane coming in my belly. Oh My God! I have never EVER felt an orgasm build like this. It literally felt like a tropical storm and when it hit my whole world splintered apart. (I orgasmed so hard I peed.. a LOT) Then I felt him start to twitch and I learned a whole new definition of 'heavy cummer.' My bastard ex could shoot a fair sized load, but this guy made him look like a one spurt wonder! It went up my arm, all over my top and even on my tummy where it ran down into my panties.
Of course, I had to leave the party and drive home. I couldn't really go back in covered in sperm and pee right? I gave him my number though. For the rest of the night, I masturbated in the most wild and dirty ways possible. Having his sperm all over me only added to it.
The next day we met up at a hotel and that again made me feel like a teenager checking into a motel. I can't talk about what happened but lets just say it took all afternoon and evening, and afterwards, I really could NOT walk!
The thing is, its been six months since then and I find that he, like me, enjoys masturbation as much as penetrative sex. He has encouraged me to do it in different ways and different places. In turn, I have shown him the delights of having his prostate massaged.
Want to know something. The fact that he is old enough to be my dad only adds to it!