I sit here in my shower as I wash Jakes's sperm out of my bo..

I sit here in my shower as I wash Jakes's sperm out of my body, thinking I don’t know why I think of a man's cock as a separate entity, but I do. When it’s in my hand, it’s its own being. Weird, I know, but I can’t help it. I find myself talking to Jake’s dick, and when Jake answers, it snaps me back that he’s actually in the room with his dick. With that said, Jake and his dick fucked me into what I think was probably the longest, strongest, most intense orgasm of my life today. That’s saying something because I fuck more than most people…by a large margin. I could feel every inch of his cock inside me today. I could feel the spongy but still hard head of his dick touching the walls of my pussy, pushing it around, moving other internal things around to make room for his cock. When he paused, I could feel his pulse in his dick. I’m serious. I could feel every beat his heart was making in my pussy. When he would pull out and slip back in, he was so hard the curve of his dick wouldn’t give, and it would make my stomach show a moving mound where the head of his dick was pushing up inside of me. When I put my hand on it to feel the head of his cock moving around inside of me, it set me off into the orgasm of my life. I’m sure I made a fool of myself, and I can only imagine my face, but I don’t care. The orgasm was worth every embarrassing face and noise I may have made. In that moment it felt like Jake was my husband, or at least he should have been instead of Scott. After I came, Jake flipped me over and fucked me from behind for 10 more minutes of nothing but one orgasm after another. They were nowhere near the level of my first one but still, they were strong enough to make me drool and unable to speak. Jake buried his cock in my pussy, held still, then pumped his sperm deep inside my guts. Then he started pumping again, and he had a second orgasm about 10 seconds later. I thought that was kind of cool. When he pulled out of my pussy he turned me over, and we made out like we were in our 20s. He told me he loved me, and much as I don’t like saying it…I told him I loved him as well. I had no choice because, at that moment, I was madly in love with him. His dick has a way of making that happen. But he had to go back to work, and as I was driving home, the orgasms I had all but faded away…I wish I hadn’t told him I loved him. My pussy strikes again. Making me say things that I only mean at the moment. Shit happens. I’ll figure it out. I just hate having to go backward on it with Jake when I’m not inebriated from his cock destroying my pussy with massive orgasms.