MAN KNOW THYSELF... The Cheater’s Saga: Prof. Quick (adult content)

I made it into her bedroom on the third date (wow, at last). She was divorced and I was not, both in our thirties. She was long and lean with small bre@.$ts and great legs. There was a cute, quirky look about her. We stripped quickly and I was eager to perform oral S3@.x:’. I was super horny and I wanted to make sure she had an org@.$m before we actually did it. I wasted no time getting down there. You see, I have a history of quick org@.$ms. Socrates said, know thyself. Or was it Plato?
But she caught a good look at my huge erection and said, “F**.Ck all that. Get up here.I want that big thing inside me.” She threw her long strong legs up over my shoulders and I planted my mouth on hers. Our tongues danced but I was very anxious. I was so F**.Cking horny that I felt my org@.$m building already. When she grabbed my C@.ck I almost came.It didn’t help when she said, “My God you’re huge!” She was dripping wet as she guided me into her.
I glided my long thick C@.ck into her slowly. I pushed it in all the way, all the way to the hilt, and came. One thrust and I was done. It was a wild, furious org@.$m. I moaned much too loudly. Unfortunate sputtering noises escaped from me. My C@.ck softened. I pulled out of her, rolled over onto my back, and sighed. I could feel her glaring at me. She said, “You’re kidding me, right?”

“Sorry,” I said. “It just felt too good. I couldn’t help it.” She said, “”Does this always happen?” “No,” I lied. “My God,” she said, “you just gave new meaning to term ‘quickie.'” I felt myself redden. My neck and face were burning. She said, “It’s okay babe, I’m a patient girl.
The encore performance is always better. I can wait.” I didn’t have the heart to tell her that there would be no encore performance. There never was. So we lay there with my almost-hard C@.ck against my thigh, leaking cum. Though soft, it was impressively big and veined as she stroked it lightly, expertly, deft fingernails teasing the tender sweet spots. But there was no encore. If my C@.ck was unresponsive, at least we had a very nice chat.
As we talked she continued stroking, but it lay there against my leg, a sleeping giant. Before I left she asked me to call her. We kissed in the doorway. As I turned to leave she said, “I hope you know you forgot something.” “What,” I said. “What did I forget?” “You forgot to F**.Ck me,” she said. Then she let out a loud peal of laughter. Walking away, listening to her laugh, my C@.ck became rock hard.
It was very puzzling. When I got home I masturbated. As I stroked, her laughter was ringing in my ears. Then I thought of her words, of giving new meaning to the term “quickie.” That’s when I came. I found it odd. It seemed like a strange thing to trigger an org@.$m. I was confused. Was I always like this or was I undergoing some kind of change?
I was too embarassed to call her, but we met accidentally in a coffee shop. She insisted that I call. When we parted, the back of her hand brushed against my crotch and my d.!ck stiffened. So once again we were N@kkd in her bed. As before, I offered to go down on her and she declined. Again the legs went up over my shoulders, the hand came down to guide me in. She said, “This time don’t be so quick about it.”
As things turned out, my d.!ck would not even get into her Pu.$$y. Taking hold of my C@.ck she said, “Wow, I can barely get my hand around it!” Evidently that was the wrong thing to say. As soon as the words came out of her mouth I exploded, moaning and whining. I could feel the cum shooting out of me. There was a period of silence as I lay beside her, my big limp loaf of a d.!ck on my thigh. Finally she said, “Un-F**.Cking believable.
All I did was touch it.” “Sorry,” I said. “Shut up,” she said. “This is just my luck. I finally find a good looking guy with a great C@.ck, and he has the no libido. I don’t suppose there’s any chance of Sir big C@.ck standing up again.” “Probably not.” “Probably F**.Cking not.
Is this why your wife is cheating on you?” “Probably.” “So the S3@.x:’ gods have liberated that poor girl,” she said, “then delivered you to me. Wow. Lucky F**.Cking me.” I started to say something else but she said, “Shut up and get me a glass of wine.” In the kitchen, pouring the wine, I could hear her unending stream of insults. That’s when a strange and pleasant feeling passed through my groin. Could it be?
A second erection had never happened to me. It was a strange feeling so I couldn’t tell for sure. I gave her an ample portion of white wine but she downed it in one gulp. I lay down beside her, waiting to be insulted. There was a strange tingling in my balls. “Prof. Quick, that’s you. Prof. Super F**.Cking Quick. I bet your wife called you that; Prof. Quick. Did she?” “Not exactly.” “Oh I hafta hear this. What did she call you?” There was a long pause before I said, “She called me her one-second wonder.” She hooted and howled.
She could not stop laughing. As she laughed, and my face reddened, my C@.ck stirred. It straightened, stiffened and looked almost ready for lift-off. She looked at my C@.ck quizically and said, “What? I thought you said…” “I don’t understand,” I said. “This never happens.” She alertly brushed my balls with the tip of a fingernail. She brought that fingernail up along the tender underside of my C@.ck. Suddenly there he was: Sir Galahad! If I do say so myself, it looked enormous.
The long thick pink pipe of a shaft was adorned with hundreds of little squirming blue veins. There was one super thick vein coursing right down the center that looked ready to explode. The massive red mushroom head gleamed. Of course it was shaved. I shaved it out of vanity because that makes it look even bigger. Her eyes widened and she said, “That is one awesome C@.ck!” Again it was the wrong thing to say. As my d.!ck started to wither she recovered, quickly and cleverly. With her fingernail along the shaft she said, “You call this a C@.ck?
You know the little pencils they give you at mini-golf? That’s your d.!ck. You’re F**.Cking deformed.” It was a miracle. I was hard again. I moved closer to her but she pushed me away roughly. She said, “Not a chance Prof. Quick, my little one-second wonder. I”ll take over from here.” She proceeded to straddle me, hurling insults all the while. I was a Pu.$$y, a little pencil d.!ck. She pretended to spit in my face. No spit actually flew but she made the sound and gesture, her cute face transformed into a menacing mask of anger.

All this thickened my d.!ck and fattened my mushroom. Oddly enough I felt no org@.$m building. I was making love normally for the first time in my life. I felt as if I could go on forever. Her Pu.$$y was tight and heavenly yet I wasn’t cumming. This was all new to me. It was wonderful. Unfortunate side effects, however, were the strange gurgling noises that I could not stop making. “Listen to you,” she said with contempt. “You sound like a monkey being strangled.” She continued to ride me hard. She continued the insults and the faux-spitting. I slid my hands down her back and cupped her lovely cheeks.
I put a finger on her asshole. That’s when I realized she was org@.$ming. Her anus was twitching repeatedly against the tip of my finger. And it was unending. She seemed to be in a state of perpetual org@.$m. Suddenly she threw her head back.
Screaming up at the ceiling, she went, “Praise Jesus!” It was all too much for me. Suddenly, violently, I exploded. With my eyes closed, bolts of lightning flashed in brilliant colors across my brain while monkey sounds streamed out of me. Her anus was in overdrive, spasming wildly against my finger. We came together for a very long time. She praised the Lord while I made embarassing noises. It was a F**.Ck for the ages.
Exhausted, she fell onto the bed beside me. After a few moments she propped herself up on one elbow, turned to me and said, “That sucked.” “Sorry.” “That wasn’t even a F**.Ck,” she said. “I jerked off on your d.!ck.” “I know.” “You think I need you to masturbate?” “No.” “Shut the F**.Ck up. Go get me a glass of wine.”
I moved into her apartment the next day. Needless to say, I did a lot of wine-fetching. I did a lot of fetching in general. Twice a day, every day, she jerked off on my d.!ck.
She would levitate into a Jesus cloud of ass-twitching org@.$m while I was in a tree in the jungle chattering with my monkey-mates. My problem was solved. Together, we figured me out. I was thirty-three years old; better late than never. But I’m onto it finally.
I got this! Humliation is hot! Know thyself. Plato said that. Or was it Socrates? Wo, even if na Mama Peace talk am, I sha don dig the well LOL.
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