Pumping by Robert Braid I don't know why I did it. It just sort of happened. I wasn't even horny or anything. We had already had sex that morning and I was just taking a post-coital shower. While washing off my dong I started to get a boner again. And before I knew it, I was blowing my load down the shower drain. Twice in one day. Hell, within two hours even. I hadn't done that since I was in high school. It must have been the vitamin supplements I'd been taking. She had left to go do some shopping, and there it was, not even noon yet, and I already shot my second wad. I thought I had better get some coffee before I fell asleep. She had always wondered why I found it difficult to perform twice in one sitting, so to speak. And honestly, I never had an appropriate answer. She must have read too many romance novels and thought that men had a quickly replenished source of manliness. Maybe she was right. I have never slept with a man to find out if I was the only one to suffer from the one-shot-deal syndrome. I figured I would leave that research to someone else and read the report when it came out. She had been pestering me more and more about it and had even vowed to make it happen if it was the last thing she or I ever did. Maybe now I was ready. I thought I'd give myself a day or two to recuperate and planned on surprising her next Tuesday night when she least expected it. While I was sitting at the kitchen table, reading over the paper, in a curious, yet proud, afterglow of my morning feat, she came back home laden with shopping bags and a smile that could melt butter. She couldn't possibly have been watching me from the bathroom window. First of all, we live on the second floor. Second, even if she might have chosen to climb a ladder and play a peeping Tam on this particular morning, the steam from the shower would have covered up the window. Plus the shower curtain was closed. Besides, she wouldn't have waited outside twenty minutes before coming in just to pretend that she didn't see and then put on that smile that she only gets when she's had too much to drink or has just finished watching a Mel Gibson movie. So why was she smiling at me? "Guess what I bought." "I don't know. Milk?" "Nope." "Pickles?" "Not at the supermarket." "A set of wrenches?" "Do you give up?" "No. Really I enjoy this. A thermometer? A box of paper clips?"
"I'll show you." And
with a small red bag from "Beautiful day, isn't it, honey. Kind of a great day for a game of lawn darts amongst friends, don't you think?" I didn't think they should be allowed to open lingerie shops that early and thought about writing a letter. She had to have seen me and gone out to VS to buy a little something to torment me with. Twice in one morning was a record, for me anyway, and I was in no shape to push my limits. This is the kind of thing that men take months, and special stimulants, to work up to. I was not ready to go for three on half a cup of coffee. "This is good coffee, hon. Don't you want some?" Oh please, oh please, just let it be a fuzzy pajama. As I was whispering my last requests to an indifferent god, she stepped out of the bedroom and hung in the doorway with her new weapon: an apparently new bra and panties. "This is really good coffee. You should try some. I made it just for you." As my arguments for not having sex were having no effect whatsoever, she did a pirouette and showed me the hidden feature of what apparently was a pair of thong panties. Maybe she had already had her coffee.
"Guess what happened today in She started to sense that I was not quite in the mood. "Don't you like your present?" "Of course I like it. It's beautiful. Is that 100% cotton or a synthetic blend?" "You think I'm fat." "I do not think you're fat. Nobody could think you're fat. You're so fat-free you make skimmed milk look like cheese." "I don't turn you on." "Baby, you just did turn me on! Don't you remember?" "That was two hours ago. It's not your fault, though. I'm just not sexy enough. You need a really hot woman with big tits and long legs." Here, she was obviously going delirious. She was a really hot woman with big tits and long legs, but she never believed me when I told her. "Babe, you are really hot with big tits and long legs." "You're just saying that to make me feel better." How was I supposed to fight delirium with reason if I had no empirical evidence to back up my claim? I decided to just let it go and wait for a day when I had more persuasive logic and a replenished line of reasoning. "Are you sure you don't want some coffee?" She, however, did not seem to want to let it go. "Are you seeing someone else?" She obviously had been reading too many trashy novels. "Me?" Despite the fact that her idea was completely absurd, my defense didn't even sound convincing to myself, but I continued anyway. "Come on, babe. You're my one and only. You know that." "Your are seeing someone else." "Babe, I've barely got enough in me for you. How do you expect me to go sowing my seeds if I don't have any left?" She stood there in her new underwear and pouted and there was obviously no way out. "Come here." I swept her up in my arms and brought her to the living room, burying my face in her neck. I laid her down on the rug and straddled her, holding her hands above her head to keep them away from my hopelessly limp weenie. I kissed her hard with my sharp whiskers and my coffee breath, but she didn't seem to mind. I bit her lips a little harder than usual, but this only seemed to turn her on more. I moved down her neck, working it with my tongue and my teeth, all the while holding her wrists with one hand. With the other I fondled her new bra and she arched her back making it easy for me to undo the clasp. It practically unhooked itself and her dark nipples were pointed up to the ceiling. I rubbed them with my hand and stroked them with my teeth. She really did have great tits. I moved my hand down farther towards her new panties. Still kissing her tits and holding her wrists, I gently caressed the inside of her thighs. I was almost afraid to find out how wet she was, but after a while she lifted her butt from the floor signaling that it was time to take off her panties. I let go of her wrists and went down on her quickly, trying to keep my tired member away from the action. But her feet instinctively started to rub the sadly flaccid limb dangling in my shorts. I thrust my tongue into her and was not too surprised by the flood of juices awaiting me. Long, circular movements with my whole tongue pressed hard against her sex made her foot almost forget about my dink. Force of habit made me start to use the tip of my tongue on her nib, and work my fingers well into her sex. I regretted doing it because she soon started calling for my sex and pulling me up to her mouth. Not really knowing what else to do, I let her try her best. She stripped off the few articles of clothing I was wearing and went down on my willy. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine the most erotic scenes possible, but they all looked exactly like what was really taking place there on my living room floor. She caressed the hairs on my legs and belly with one hand and held my wet noodle with the other as she sucked it. I relaxed and arched my back. Then I tried some stomach crunches to get the blood flowing. I started to talk dirty and say "yes" a lot. I even pinched my own nipples. Then it happened. It started to work. I was getting hard again for the third time within three hours. I don't think I ever did that before, not even in high school. She stroked and sucked and it just kept getting bigger until it was a full-fledged hard-on. There it was between my legs, a bonafide boner in its third round of the morning. This would be a record. I had no idea I had it in me. I was more virile than I thought. Just look at that thing! Erect and ready to go for another dip. I pulled her off of my Johnson and laid her down. I rolled over on top of her and spread her legs with my knees. I grabbed her wrists again and rammed my boy home. "Ow!" "Ah come on, baby, don't give me that. I know you want it." And I rocked her against the floor. "I don't know. I did, but that hurts." "But look how wet you are!" I swirled my hips around in circles. "Ow! That hurts. There's something wrong. Please stop." "Come on, baby, I know you want it. Just relax." I banged her butt with my hips feeling my manliness all the way inside her. "Please, honey. No. Please. Stop. Something's wrong. Please?" I still had her wrists in my hands against the floor and she couldn't move. I could feel the sun coming through the window warming up my back. I had forgotten to close the curtains, but who the hell cares. It wouldn't be long now before I blew my load for the third time in one morning. A record. I banged out the rhythm and grunted along. Three times. I was going to do it. I felt like a warrior headed to victory. And there I was on my living room floor with a ray of golden sun on my back, pumping away. Just pumping, pumping.! |