When it breaks, he raises his head and looks at me. His face is
beautiful in the fluttering light, and the way he looks at me is the way
you’d look at someone you want to be with more than anyone else in the
world. My arms go around him and my feet hook around his calves to pull
him as close to me as I can. A little squirming on his part brings the
hard shaft of his cock along the full length of my clitoris, and the hot
pressure thrills me. “Mmmmm” I sigh into his face as he kisses me again.
I rub my crotch against him, letting the friction make me twitch with
pleasure. My fingers clutch at his back as he kisses my neck under my
ear, and I start to squirm in earnest as his lips move along my throat.

“You wash me now.” “Okay.” He washes my shoulders and my arms and my
breasts, then turns me around and starts on my back. “Nice,” I say. He
washes my rump, one hand soaping, the other exploring my pussy. He puts
his middle finger in me while he washes my pubic hair. I moan and bend
over a little. This gives him an idea, namely to replace his finger with
his prick. I moan as it goes into me at an entirely different angle than
I’ve ever felt it. I bend over further, holding on the the hot and cold
dials for support. Water is running into my eyes, and when I open my
mouth to make an appreciative groan, my mouth fills with it, but I don’t
care. It’s good, so good, the shower beating on my back and his huge,
hard cock pounding into my body. My legs are getting too wobbly to stand
on, so he holds my hips and I lean back on him as he thrusts in and out
of me. He moves slowly and gently for a time, then all of the sudden
slams against my ass, driving his cock in me as deep as it can possibly
go. The impact is so stunning it makes me yell. “I’m sorry!” he says.
“For what?!” I pant. “Didn’t I hurt you?” “Oh, God, no, it felt…uhn!” I
grunt, thrusting back against him…”amazing!” “In that case…” he says.
He does it again, then renews fucking me at a reasonable rate. “Oh, look
at that” he says. “Look at my hard cock sliding in and out of your cunt.

Locking down my newly discovered determination
(developed after months of intense therapy — more on that later
if it becomes relevant), I compromised slightly by not doing
quite as much as my classmates and eventually made it through the
session without a miocardial infarction.

After we finished, the instructor, Lisa, walked right
up to me as I was headed for the showers.

“You’re John, aren’t you?” she asked.

“That’s me all right.” What a clever response, I
thought. “I suppose you’re wondering what a blimp like me is
doing in your class, eh?”