Gina gives them a reason to go to Max's place

Gina’s annoyed expression darkened into anger as she watched Tom and Max ignoring her and kissing beneath the continuing flow of water in the shower. She gave the passionate pair to the mental count of three and then turned on her heel and walked out of the room.

Left on their own, Max leaped into Tom’s arms and wrapped her muscular legs around his waist. The hot cove of her cunt pressed against his flaccid cock. Her hips began to work and she rode her steamy slit against his root, her kiss becoming sloppy as her excitement grew.

“I don’t know if I can go again already,” chuckled Tom.

Max could still taste his cum on her lips and tongue. It filled her belly. She was eager for his hot load to fill her somewhere else. She had never met a man who could cum so much.

“I’ll wake him up,” she purred and slid down his wet body in the warm water. She dropped to her knees in the shower, her mouth on his balls and her nimble hand working his tender cock. Against all expectations, he began to stiffen with her eager ministrations. Her warm mouth engulfed him, tongue cradling him as she looked up with her honey brown eyes lidded with her unquenchable animal lust.

“Oh, fuck,” moaned Tom, stiffening already between her full lips. “You’re a wild woman.”

“Mmmmmmhhmm,” she agreed, her words vibrating around his shaft.

She bobbed her head, gliding her soft lips smoothly over his shaft as the warm water of the shower beat down on them both. She reached up to massage his balls as she sucked him to full hardness.

Suddenly, Max and Tom were shocked out of their pleasure by the water in the shower turning ice cold. Tom cried out and fell backwards, his cock popping free of Max’s cradling lips. Max yowled like an angry cat, leaping out of the path of the frigid water and rolling entirely out of the shower. She came to her feet, dripping wet, and looking eye-to-eye with a very smug Gina.

“Stop wasting my damn water,” said Gina. “You two can fuck on your own time. Get your clothes on and get out of here.”

Gina blustered past the shocked Max and ignored Tom as he scrambled to his feet and climbed out of the shower. Gina reached in and shut off the water.

“Adios,” said Gina. “Get your clothes on and get outta here before I have to find somebody big to make you both leave.”

“I’d like to see them try,” said Max.

“We’re going,” interjected Tom before Gina’s anger could escalate.

They dressed in a haphazard rush, Max shooting angry glares at Gina and Tom rather sheepishly trying to escort Max out of the porn “studio.” Gina followed them the whole way, seemingly more bored with their antics than anything.

“Come on,” said Tom, urging Max along. “We can go get a bite to eat or something.”

“Huh?” Max glanced over at him. “Oh, I’ve got leftover pizza in my fridge at home.”

“Oh, uh, well…”

“You can come have some at my place,” suggested Max, her mind returning to Tom’s thick cock and the way it just kept coming like a fire hose. She had a certain eagerness to test the limits of his unusual capacity.

“You two are going to keep fucking, aren’t you?” Gina shook her head. “Hey, do me a favor, at least take a camera and fuck on film.”

Max glared at Gina and flipped her the bird.

“You’re wasting good fucking,” said Gina, tossing a small handheld camera to Tom. “Come on, that’s free money…”

“We’re leaving,” snapped Tom, ushering Max away from Gina to prevent their disagreement from becoming physical. It was hard for him to seem mad at Gina when he was thinking about how he and Max were almost certainly going to fuck back at Max’s place.

They made their way through the streets of Seattle, wary of cops and criminal gangs. Max’s apartment seemed to be in a building that had been under construction when the Pulse happened and left unfinished in the aftermath. It was nice, but derelict and much of the comforts were clearly improvised, with unpainted walls, billowing plastic sheets, and bare metal frames. But there was a tiny bit of electricity hacked from the rebuilt power grid to provide some amenities.

“The pizza is in the fridge,” said Max and she gestured to a tiny refrigerator tucked under a sink. She did not even glance over at it, but kept walking, her hips swaying and her firm ass looking enticing in her tight leather pants. “I’m going to get out of these clothes.”

She shed her jacket as she walked, the leather landing with a thump on the floor and her dark hair catching a current of air from one of the billowing plastic sheets opening into the apartment. He could see the definition of her back muscles through the racer back of her tight shirt. She was unbuttoning and unzipping her pants as she rounded a corner into the bedroom.

“Holy shit,” marveled Tom at the way she moved, like a dancer, even when at home.

He hastened to follow her into the dimly lit bedroom. She had stripped down to just her panties and the racer back top she was wearing over her pert breasts. Her panties thronged the firm, golden peach of her ass and the top clung to her perky mounds and revealed the pebbles of her nipples. She bent over smoothly and flicked a lighter to light several small candles spread around the bedroom. The golden glow and the moving shadows animated Max’s lithe figure.

“No woman has ever made me feel quite like this,” confessed Tom, approaching her cautiously, almost as if she were an animal that might turn on him suddenly.

She did turn suddenly, although there was a smile on her full lips as she allowed herself to be caught in his embrace and pulled in closer to his body.

“There are no other women like me, Tom,” she murmured. “At least not any you’ll ever meet.”

He gave her a curious look, but she did not elaborate. She leaned on her toes and kissed him on his lips, her mouth opening to him and her tongue sliding past his lips. He chuckled into the kiss and ran his hands down from her toned back to the firm, round globes of her luscious ass.

Their kiss grew more intense by the moment and he moved one hand around from her hip and down into her panties. He felt the heat radiating from the softness of her mound and Max was quick to reciprocate by deftly unbuttoning his pants and taking hold of his cock. They chuckled together, their kiss resuming, hotter than ever, his fingers probing her slick pussy as she stroked the length of his cock and massaged her fingers beneath his swollen cockhead.

They were joined by their pleasure as he guided her backwards onto her unmade bed. She stripped off her top and panties so quickly she almost seemed to tear them. The smell of old sweat mingled with the scent of her body wash or shampoo. The faint musk of sex clung to the room. Tom wondered if it was new? Old? Some past man she had mounted like a frenzied cat? He didn’t care to answer those questions. He was simply grateful to have her in his arms as they fell together onto the mattress.

His fingers continued to plunder her soft cunt, three digits pushing deep into her clutching channel as Max moaned with pleasure. He knelt beside her as she reclined, focused intently on her pleasure, his thumb rubbing against her clit as he fucked her gently with his touch. Her breathing grew heavier, her small breasts rising and falling and shuddering with every tremor of her ecstasy. She sat partially upright suddenly and grabbed his wrist as if to stop him.

Tom grinned, unwilling to relent as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her slick pussy. Max’s copious juices spilled over his fingers and trickled down the crack of her ass to begin to soak the bed. She looked from his wrist, still held in her hands, to his eyes. She was almost shocked by the pleasure he was giving her, but a smile quirked her soft lips as she realized how much better it could feel if she just made a minor adjustment.

Max guided Tom’s fingers, her hands tightening on his wrist and urging him to thrust deeper and more slowly into her pussy. To tease out her orgasm as it began to rise inside her.

“That’s it,” she hissed as he found the pace she had indicated. “Oh, god, that’s it. Ohhhhhhh… goodddddd!”

Max’s candlelit body arched on the bed and she thrust her hips as her pleasure overtook her ability to speak. A low moan of pleasure became a wail. She released her hold on Tom’s wrist and let him fuck her with more powerful strokes of his fingers. In the throes of her pleasure, her fingers twisted in the tangled sheets and she bucked against his thrusts. Her ecstasy left her gasping and out of breath. She looked at him with a mixture of shock and fearsome need.

She sat up and kissed him again, a hint of sweat on her lips and her body burning up with the heat of her need. Tom’s cock throbbed as her leg brushed against him.

Her kiss became his and the heat escalated as his hands explored her tight curves. She moaned as he began to kiss her quivering breasts. His tongue lashed Max’s nipples, he teased them with his teeth, and he drew each dusky bud in turn into his sucking mouth. As he did, his hand pushed between Max’s toned thighs once more and he thrust his fingers inside her soaking pussy.

“Fuuuuck,” moaned Max. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“The risk is worth the reward,” he laughed, kissing his way lower. He parted her thighs and moved between them. Her tan cunt showed its inner pink. He stroked her first with his fingers, then slipped two digits into her hot cove. He leaned down, intending to taste her cunt. She stopped him, turning away and onto her side.

He fell in beside her, wrapping a big arm around her chest, cupping a breast, and pulling her back against him. She pushed a leg back, her thigh between his muscular legs, supple and warm and rubbing against his hardness. He groaned and kissed her shoulder and neck. She laughed and pushed back, her thigh seeming to massage his shaft and her firm bottom pressing against his hips.

“You’re so hard,” she whispered. “Don’t you want to fuck me?”

“Endlessly,” he groaned, thrusting his hips and causing his cock to flop erect between them, pressed against the warm seam of her buttocks.

“Mmmmmm, not there,” she said. “Fuck me right.”

His hand slid from her breast back down to her pussy. He cradled her warm wetness and teased her with a finger. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her amber eyes blazing in the candlelight.

“Enough foreplay, handsome,” she whispered. “I need your cock. Now. Grab the camera if you want. I don’t mind.”

“No,” said Tom resolutely. “I want you all to myself this time.”

She moaned with lust as he turned her suddenly onto her back and fell atop her, one of his hands on his cock to guide his rigid manhood to the slick entrance of her pussy. He looked into her eyes and smiled as he thrust into the hot cove of her cunt. He was amazed, as before, at the intense heat and inner muscles that gripped him in her velvet channel. She grinned at him and tilted her hips, taking his thrust, her pert breasts shuddering slightly as he drove his cock home inside her.

“Fuck, you are so tight,” he laughed.

“Maybe you’re just so big,” she said, her smiling lips curving into an “O” of pleasure as he thrust deep and a bit hard into her pussy.

For Max, it was exactly what she had been craving. She wrapped her toned legs around Tom, pulling his cock even deeper as he pounded in and out of the hot vise of her cunt. The harder he thrust, the more she seemed to moan and gasp with pleasure, until the bed was shaking with every stroke. Tom had Max pinned down beneath him, one hand on her shoulder and the other stroking her face as he worked his hips intensely and pistoned his cock in and out of her pussy.

There was little prelude to Max’s orgasm, but when it hit, there was no mistaking it. She yowled with ecstasy even louder than before and suddenly bit down on Tom’s shoulder. It hurt, but did not break his skin, and he continued to fuck her through the pain as her cunt seized hold of his cock and squeezed him again and again.

The powerful contractions of Max’s inner muscles were accompanied by the hot waves of pleasure breaking through her body. They rose to a crescendo and receded slowly, leaving her panting and trembling beneath Tom as she finally released him from her gripping thighs.

It took her only a moment to recover and look up at him, fiercely, as she demanded, “More.”

“More?” He gasped, exhausted from the effort, though he still had not cum.

“Yes, more,” said Max, sliding out from under him, her body slick with their mutual sweat. “Fuck me from behind. Smack my ass.”

She posed herself on her hands and knees, her peachy, golden rear and dripping cunt too beautiful to be refused. Tom moved behind her, stroking her firm ass and guiding his cock back into the hot folds of Max’s exquisitely tight pussy. They groaned in unison as he sheathed every inch of his cock inside her. He took hold of Max’s slender waist and began to fuck her from behind.

Tom did not hold back once he was in the groove, he held her still and spanked his hips against her ass as he rammed his cock into Max’s clutching cunt. She arched her back and tossed her dark, silky hair, lank with sweat. He reached a hand from her hips and caressed her back up to her toned shoulders, feeling the exquisite musculature of Max’s body as he pounded her pussy. He stroked her cheek, leaning over her, and she turned her face to his hand and sucked two of his fingers into her mouth. Her moan vibrated around his digits.

“Fuck, that is so good,” he groaned, fighting back his rising pleasure. He wanted to make her cum again and again. He wanted her to understand the power he could have over her body when he tried.

Max felt his cock swell and reached a hand beneath them to fondle his tightening balls as he fucked her hard and fast. His sack was slippery with her juices and her fingers brushed lightly over his sensitive stones. Sweat dripped from him in the hot, windowless bedroom. He pushed her down into the mattress, pressing her face into the tangled blanket and allowing him to penetrate her pussy all the way to her cervix.

“Ohhhhhh my god,” wailed Max, suddenly overcome with another wave of ecstasy. She was helpless for what felt like an eternity as his cock drilled deep into her core and unleashed the pressure of a trapped wellspring of pleasure. Her juices flooded out and his strokes took on a wet, raunchy tone as he hammered his cock through her clenching muscles and beat against the door of her womb. She had never been fucked like this in her life and as Max’s orgasm receded once more, she slumped forward, finally breathless and mewling with the aftermath of her intense climax.

“Holy shit,” grunted Tom, pulling his cock out of her fluttering cunt.

Max was out of commission for only a few seconds. A new determination dawned on her face as Tom settled onto his back on the bed. She rolled onto her side and then her hands and knees and crawled between his muscular legs.

“I want your cum,” she said and took him into her mouth. He groaned as Max sucked her sweet nectar from his straining cock, taking him all the way into her throat with apparent ease, her tongue cradling him and flicking at his balls. She locked eyes with him as she sucked. When she wasn’t deepthroating him, she bobbed hungrily at his manhood and fondled his balls. She was a great cocksucker and clearly wanted his cum, but Tom continued to fight against his urge. He finally stopped her with a hand on her head.

“Not like this,” he murmured.

She popped her lips free of his cock and teased him with her tongue as she spoke. “Like what? In my mouth?”

“I want to cum inside you,” he pulled her into a kiss. “I want to fuck you and cum inside you. So you can feel it.”

“I don’t know,” said Max. “I mean, I’m on protection, but it’s not something I normally do off camera…”

She liked Tom a lot, maybe more than liked him given their chemistry in bed together, but it was the thought of what it would feel like to be filled again by a man with his particular affliction that pushed her over the edge.

“Alright,” she said with a grin. “Alright, you want me on top?”

“No, I want to give it to you face-to-face,” said Tom.

She rolled beside him and parted her thighs, her lust-heavy eyes gazing up at him as she stroked her dusky cunt and parted her folds to reveal her inner pink. He fed his cock into that steamy pussy slowly, both of them feeling every inch as they were reunited. As he filled her with his hardness, Tom leaned over Max and kissed her. They were soft kisses, intermittent and punctuated by long, heartfelt looks into each other’s eyes, until finally he had sheathed every inch of his cock inside her and he kissed her passionately.

Tom’s hips began to move and he began to work his hardness in and out of Max’s pussy. Their kiss hardly broke for a moment, their tongues were alive and intertwined, their mouths melting together in the heat and pleasure of their embrace. That pleasure built with every stroke. Max cried against his lips, her ecstasy vibrating into his mouth, her legs wrapping around him and pulling him deeper.

Tom was no longer fighting it. His balls were rock-tight against his root and his cock felt twice its normal sized. He thrust slowly and deeply into her, savoring each moment his sensitive manhood spent inside her gripping cunt.

“I’m going to cum,” he gasped against her lips.

“Oh, Tom, yes,” she moaned, kissing him repeatedly, her words hot against his lips. “Cum inside me. Fill me with your cum. Fill me with all of it.”

He could not hold back any longer. With a last thrust and a cry of pleasure, Tom’s cock erupted deep inside Max’s clutching walls. His seed pumped against her tender cervix and coated his cock as he drew back and thrust in again. She moaned loudly as she felt the hot tide of Tom’s spunk gushing into her depths. Her inner muscles tensed against him and he spurted again and again, filling her pussy, overflowing her pussy, and fucking more of his cum deep into her pussy. His strokes were incredibly raunchy as his spunk overflowed her folds and spilled in a silky stream down over her asshole to soak her sheets.

He kissed her passionately, his strokes slowing but his cock still tensing and firing diminishing pulses of his hyperspermic load into Max’s cunt.

“Oh my god, you’re still cumming,” she gasped against his lips and her kegel muscles flexed to reward his massive ejaculation by milking out every drop. He finally stopped thrusting, twitches following as he continued to dribble his cum into her loaded cunt.

“I think you’ve made a mess,” gasped Max against his languid kisses.

“Yeah, sorry, I tend to do that,” chuckled Tom, rolling off of her, his cock leaving her pussy with an incredibly lewd slurp.

They lay together, catching their breath and recovering from the intense heat in the bedroom.

“If the fridge has been working,” said Max, finally, “I might have a couple cold beers. Want one?”

“That would be just about the best thing I can imagine,” he said.

“Alright, I gotta pee,” she said, kissing his forehead and rolling out of bed. Max took care of business and then danced off to the kitchen, her ass bare and her pussy still throbbing from the sound fucking Tom had just given her. She found two miraculously cold beers and a few slices of pizza crammed into the tiny fridge. She returned to the bedroom like a post-coital saint, offering a beer and slice of pizza to Tom.

“Now that’s what I call room service,” he said, admiring her lovely body still gloriously naked as she climbed into bed with him.

“Leave a nice tip,” she said and crammed a huge bite of pizza into her mouth. Max could certainly play the proper girly girl, but after fucking she felt strangely manly and tended to swagger a lot. She gulped down the cold pizza and washed it back with half her beer.

“Gonna have to work to catch up with you,” laughed Tom.

“Mmmmm,” she agreed, reaching for another slice. “I get hungry after sex. Don’t you?”

“Yeah, I guess, I just usually wait a little longer,” said Tom.

“Why wait? If you get some food down it leaves more time for extra sex.” She grinned, a piece of tomato on her teeth. It disappeared with another swig of her beer.

“I don’t know, I might be spent for the night,” warned Tom.

“Oh, no you’re not,” said Max, finishing her beer and setting it aside. “We still have to record something for Gina.”

Tom took another swig of beer, the cool, bubbling bitter going down his throat as Max’s warm mouth suddenly engulfed his cock. He looked down at her, folded almost in half on the bed, leaning into his lap and sucking rhythmically at his cock.

“You’re a wild woman,” he chuckled. “Let me turn on the camera.”