Mrs. Daniels for City Council

I saw a bright pink blur and a thousand fish swimming in the orgasm that was drowning me. And as the last breath left my body, she somehow reached me. A gentle kiss to my head as I buried myself in her big soft breasts. Her fingers massaging my chest and nipples. And her cavernous cunt yawning even wider for my dick.

"You're still not done?'' she gasped. "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck ..."

She pulled my head from her tits and kissed me.

"Get it," she said softly. "Fuckin get it, Jack. Bust a fuckin gasket in my pussy. Goddam, you deserve that."

I rolled over and let my back absorb the rail marks of that goddam bench. In a flash, she swallowed my cock down her throat. So deep, my pubes tickled her lips as she looked at me.

As my breathing grew a little softer, she slowly let my big stiff prick fall from her slobbering mouth with a soft plop against my belly.

"Tastes like cunt soup," she said. "All kinds of nasty, all kinds of good. Just like my steaming hole.

"And now I'm gonna fuck you."

Backlit by the aquarium, Mrs. Daniels straddled my lap and stuffed my cock into her cunt. She rode me slowly ... up and down ... with an undulation that made her seem somehow at home with the marine life behind her. A mermaid ... with giant quaking tits and a bushy twat that felt ready to set the bench on fire. All the while, singing to me the siren song that lures sailors at sea ...

"Give me that big fucking load, you hot motherfucker. Holy shit, Jack! Did you see that volcano? My pussy fucking erupted! Give me more, angel. Give me that thick fuckin man sauce ..."

Her voice faded away as she continued to babble filthy instructions, replaced by something else ... growing louder ... more urgent ... inside me ...

My hips thrust upward, into her fucking cunt. She grabbed my arms in her claws, trying to contain my bucking. But nothing was going to contain me. I felt my cock bolt like a rocket, and my eyes opened for one instant ... long enough to take in the obscene beauty of Mrs. Daniels -- tossed hair ... heaving bosom ... a leering smile on her lips ...

And then I fucking came.

I grabbed the sides of the bench as she rode me like a warhorse. Her fat ass practically crushing my nuts as my jizz sprayed her womb like a firehose. She was somehow cumming again. Her wet tits slapped my face with every heave. I grabbed the cheeks of her ass and marveled again at the incredible feel of a big beautiful woman. And in the middle of our climactic rush into the heart of the universe, our mouths somehow found one another.

And we kissed.

Oh, god, how we kissed.

***

There are certain moments in life that feel like a cool gray dawn, regardless of what time it really is or how old you are or what you've been doing. Dawns like that can last a couple of minutes ... or even a couple of days ... or in some cases, even a few months or years ...

Patterson and I received our master's degrees on the same day on the same campus. His in business administration, mine in government affairs.

We shook hands, then broke into goofy grins and embraced one another somewhat awkwardly in congratulations.

Mrs. Daniels gave me a quick hug. Our families went out to eat together to celebrate. And then we all walked out of one another's lives.

Patterson works in Charlotte. I'm knee-deep in city planning. We see each other on Facebook. I think he's finally going to marry Susan.

Mrs. Daniels was a right turn on a wrong street, a sexually explosive memory I can conjure on a need-to-cum basis.

In Greenville, she is still a popular City Councilwoman, famous for her cool collectiveness in the face of hurricanes and other crises.

Government needs more of that kind of wisdom and patience.

She saves the fury, I like to think, for those who can appreciate it.