Crossover #5
I didn’t see Decker for several days. We swapped texts…texts not sexts…and he a) regretted that he couldn’t be with me b) complained about the agency’s demands on his time c) was grateful his classes were so easy, and d) was sad because his mother was still having trouble with her rehab. My texts back were basically: a) I Love you (heart emoji), b) I love you so much (happy face with hearts in its eyes emoji, c) I love you (with the ASL hand sign for same emoji) and d) I love you (with all three emojis included). I’d mix them up but that’s the best I could do. I had a lot on my mind, not the least of which was how I was ever going to do some fucking with Decker if I never got to see him.
Tanya and Gladys were both busy, June/Juliette of course was out of town, my vibrator froze up on me–it’s really no good as a stand-alone dildo–and I was getting cramps in my fingers from masturbating. In a word, I was HORNY!
Well, the night came. Decker showed up at about 7:30PM, by which time I had already eaten. He said he wasn’t hungry but would like a cup of tea, which I fixed him forthwith. Decker sat at the kitchen table, mug of tea in front of him; I sat on the chair opposite him, with my legs crossed, bobbing one leg. He seemed calm; I didn’t.
“Decker, my sweet, I have an idea,” I said, trying not to sound impatient, “LET’S FUCK!”
The startled Decker spilled his tea, looked at me as if he had taken a sniper’s round, and mouthed some words that were in coherent to me…something like, “Wha..wa…wh..ah”. What can I say, subtlety is not my strong suit.
I let Decker stay in his “loop” for a few seconds and said, “Decker! I said let’s F-U-C-K!”
I got up, got a towel, wiped up his spilled tea, took his mug away from him, and took him by the hand. Leading him to the bedroom was pretty much the same operation as coaxing a toddler to bed. I had to be affirmative but gentle, rather hard to do after my assertive declaration as to what I expected we do in said bedroom. I sat him down on the edge of the bed.
“Where did all THIS come from, Lin?” Decker gasped, “did the LGBTQ revoke your ‘L’ status? I mean blowjobs are one thing but….”
I was quick to say, “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth…and that’s from the horse’s mouth!”
“Are you sure, Lin? You know….” he struggled for words, “you know…the…er…’baby’ thing?”
I pointed to the box of condoms prominently displayed on the night stand, “We’ve, got it covered, Decker, LITERALLY!” I tried not to appear smug.
I was on my knees in front of him, slipping his shoes and socks off, when he said, “Are we being a little hasty, here? I mean, shouldn’t we have some ‘foreplay’, or something?”
I said, well, ordered, “Get those pants off before I cut you out of them and that shirt…If you pop a few buttons, I couldn’t care less!”
Resigned to the situation, Decker got naked. Since I was only wearing an XL sport jersey, with nothing on underneath, and barefoot, I was naked in nano-seconds. We embraced…well…I embraced him and using leverage that would put a pro wrestler to shame, I tumbled him and me into the bed. I landed on top of him, my legs astride his waist, almost sitting on his cock. I could feel that my vagina was wet but I sensed his cock hadn’t come to life yet.
“So, what’s up with ‘Mr. Happy’ down there,” I jibed, “has he taken the night off?”
Still catching his breath, Decker said, “Mr. Happy, as you call ‘him’ is surprised and stunned that ‘he’ is in bed with somebody who wants to ‘him’ to take care of her without due notice or preparation. Isn’t that right ‘Mr. Happy’? Let’s slow this down a bit.”
Hurriedly, because I felt hurried, I said, “O.K., then Mr. Stud Muffin, let me see if I can do a little teasing to wake up ‘Mr.Happy’!”
I slid down Decker’s body until I was astride his legs and far enough down that I could lean down and get his cock in my mouth. My thighs held Decker’s legs in place as I began my fellatio on his disappointingly limp penis. And it seemed that, even with my warm, moist, sensuous mouth (do I flatter myself?) around it, there was no appreciable alteration in its stiffness quotient, in other words “zero”. Hmmm…I massaged it, I tickled it, I rubbed his balls…nothing! I considered slapping it around but I knew that would only make things worse. Guys don’t appreciate having their cocks slapped around…well, most guys, anyway. At a loss, I climbed off of Decker, and laid myself down next to him.
I know there was exasperation in my voice when I said, “Got any ideas, soldier? Can’t you order ‘him’ to attention? Or, something like that? Shit…I don’t know!”
“I do have a couple of ideas, Ms. I’m-so-horny-I-can’t-see-straight,” Decker said, good naturedly, “let’s try the old-fashioned way. How about THAT?”
Decker propped rolled on to his side, propped himself up on one elbow, and stroked my cheek. His hand moved from my cheek to my neck down to my breast. Just the mere brushing touch sent thrills through me, especially considering how horny I was. The little tweak he gave my nipple intensified the thrill, and when he leaned over and put my nipple his mouth, that sensation was all I could think of.
One thing about Decker, he learned about my body; he knew now what turned on my orgasm machine…and he did it…AGAIN. The teasing, the tweaking, the sucking and the massaging of my breast quickly had my senses boiling. He kissed and licked his way down my body until his mouth was on my hardly hairy bush. Even without his tongue being in my vagina on my clitoris, my “zings” were blending into one big “ZING”.
Then he moved his body down, spread my legs open, leaned in and did get his tongue into my pussy…and…yes teased my clitoris until I thought I would fly off the bed. That devil Decker! He knew how to get to me..Oh, YEAH!
I was so absorbed in my incipient orgasm that I didn’t notice that Decker had reached over to the nightstand, opened the box of condoms, extracted one from the box, and took it out of its wrapper. This was a relatively complex and noticeable operation when performed in the midst of cunnilingus, but Decker pulled it off. What’s more amazing is that had fitted the condom over his now erect penis without my being aware. Whether this was a function of his adeptness or my distraction, I don’t know–It was probably both.
Decker’s attentions to my vagina combined with its natural ability to lubricate itself, produced a wet, slick place for Decker to place his dick. When I felt the pressure of it on my labia, I was startled. I didn’t know he had a condom now and all of the fright about potential pregnancy leapt into my consciousness. Talk about a orgasm buzz kill!
“Decker!” I shrilled, “The condoms! You’ve GOT to put on a condom. Do it now or we’re DONE!”
“Done!” chortled Decker, “have a look!”
I looked down and saw that his penis was sheathed by the condom. To say I was relieved would be an understatement. I was thrilled…that brought the progress of my orgasm back to standard.
Now, remember, I hadn’t had a live penis inside me for more than ten years. Yes, I use vibrators and dildos. Darlene would use a strap on me, too. But it doesn’t compare to a real, live, human male penis! It’s just different. Ask any girl. The sensation of Decker’s cock in me amped my orgasm potential exponentially.
I’ve talked about Decker’s cock before. You know what I think of it. But having it inside added a couple of stars to every category of its rating profile. For one thing, it was firm not plastic hard like my vibrators; there was some flex to it which only made it more effective in its ability to stimulate…well…what needed to be stimulated. For another, it was attached to Decker!
His body against mine, the feel of his hairy chest against my miniscule but sensitive boobs, the friction of his pubic hair against my smooth pubis, was heavenly. I’m sorry, but I think most men don’t really appreciate those sensations that they give women. I don’t think they are really aware. Maybe some really good male lovers are, but I can tell you EVERY woman is.
I have been asked many times why I like making love to another woman; and, no matter how much explaining I do, the one thing that comes up is that a woman understands another woman and what it takes to bring each other to orgasm. Bodies together, and what sensations they produce…women understand. Men can create that, and they have a penis to enhance the process, but I don’t think many men…especially that asshole I was married to…really understand it. They might work that magic but they really don’t know what that magic is. A woman knows!
Meanwhile, back at the penetration, Decker’s cock was deep within me now, rhythmically thrusting and withdrawing. He was patient, taking his time, not rushing. My haste to start fucking was replaced by the delicious sensations of actually fucking. And don’t give me this “mythical” G-Spot stuff. It IS real, it IS there. Don’t ask me where “There” is but it is in there. Sometimes, when I’m masturbating, I can get to it with my fingers inside my vagina but that damned spot migrates. I know generally the area it’s in but even I, masturbateur extraordinaire, can’t find it every time. Some people postulate that a male penis can’t even contact it.
Well, to all of those doubters, I can testify to the fact that a male penis can do it. Decker’s was the first to do it for me…kind of like the first moon landing, at least in my book. One small stroke for a man; one giant leap for my G-Spot! Decker got me there.
When my orgasm topped out, when I came, it was monumental. I gushed and gushed and gushed. I’m sure G-Spot was the reason. And it didn’t stop there. Decker was still inside me and he hadn’t climaxed yet. He was aware of my orgasm…how could he not? My “lady-cum” was all over the bed and HIM! But he kept pumping away and another wave of orgasm would take me…. and again…and again. It’s not that my orgasm stopped; it just lessened for a spell and then soared again. I was really beginning to feel that they would never stop, that we would finished our fucking and I would be left with a continuing orgasm for ever–interesting to speculate on but, if you think about it, a truly frightening prospect at the level I was experiencing it.