Give her what she wants

For the moment, you forget that you are on a park bench, in the cold and dark early hours on a Saturday, wildly fucking a women whose name you don’t even know. In a more reasonable state of mind, you might have been suspicious or even concerned of a woman you literally only just met just throwing herself at you, but any such thoughts have died long ago. There are no concerns of venereal diseases or any sorts of consequences of your actions, or even of the sparks Vernius wants of you, rather you are acting upon a deep animal desire. You close your eyes, resting your head in the crook of her neck, body thrusting down into her loving embrace.

“Please cum ~ahh~ for me!” she begs again, “please!”

Again, you see a momentary flash of bright pink in your vision and the smell of strawberries before it’s replaced again with the heady smell of the woman’s sweat, vanilla shampoo, and sex. You cannot place why, but it makes your heart race even harder.

You can feel it in your heart, thumping away in your chest, sweat dripping on your skin, hips bucking up and down, your cock pounding away at the woman’s insides.

“Oh my God ~ahh~ cum for me!” she cries in your ear, “cum ~nah~ for meeee!”

Her insides are lovingly wet and hot and pliant, their apparent tightness both a product of many years of kegel exercises, her own excitement, and also your newfound girth. With each thrust, you drive her closer to the edge yet again, her breath forming clouds that rise slowly in the morning air, heat wafting off of her exposed skin like steam. Her insides suck down against you, unconsciously egging on your release.

Finally, you let out a loud, primal growl and thrust down hard into her, feeling the heady rush of your orgasm crash over you. Your hips snap forward, pinning her down to the bench, and thrusting your throbbing cock as deep as it will go into her. She grunts back, her eyes clenching shut as you bottom out inside her, her folds tightening around you in response, ready and waiting.

Then you let out a long, drawn-out bellow of conquest as you fill her with your thick, hot cum. Your eyes screw shut, your arms wrapped around her waist and thighs as you feel your entire lower half tense and relax with each pulse inside her.

She lets out a shrill gasp, eyes wide open but also completely unfocused, suddenly taut as she feels the unfamiliar sensation of white hot cum pour into her deepest places. She grabs your sweatshirt and holds on, knuckles white, her mind screaming at her to pull you off of her, but her nervous system overwhelmed and on the verge of another orgasm, cannot do anything but make her shake and hold on to you, hilted inside her, for dear life. You feel her pussy clenching and releasing around your cock, milking every last drop of your cum deep inside her. She moans softly under you, her body shivering with pleasure as you both ride out the wave of ecstasy.

You gasp for breath as your orgasm finally recedes, your brain and body suddenly **** for oxygen. You lay for a moment, gasping, your head clearing and gathering your thoughts at this unfamiliar experience that just transpired.

Firstly, you are utterly surprised at how long it took you to orgasm. Orgasming used to be a short quick affair of a couple squirts and then done for you. Lickity split. But your orgasm that just happened seemed to stretch on and on, your body desperately trying to empty those big balls of yours and needing many more than just a couple of ropes to do it. Perhaps a dozen, if you had to guess. You make a mental note to count next time how many ropes of goo that you shoot.

Secondly, you notice that the woman is still under you, her insides pleasantly massaging away at your still inserted member. Her folds are certainly even wetter now, you can feel a newfound warmth and viscous wetness, your baby batter coating her insides, pooling down into her interior as she lays with her legs up and back arched. Her breathing is still shallow, one arm around your shoulders, the other petting your hair gently. It feels nice, comfortable, and safe.

Thirdly, and most surprisingly, you feel your member soften as you would have expected, for maybe a couple seconds. Then it hardens again. That makes you pay attention and the confusion at the feeling of getting hard again finally gives you enough strength to sit up with a grunt.

You meet the woman’s unfocused gaze for a second, her pupils dilated, her breath leaving clouds that trail away from her slightly open mouth in the cold morning air. Your ass touches ice cold concrete and you look down between your legs, watching your cock, thick drips of your cum decorating it, slowly slide out of her cum-soaked tunnel. You can feel her muscles tensing, trying to hold your member in as you pull out of her. When you do finally pull out of her you and her both give out sad groans.

You look on, studying your own pecker, smelly and sticky with pussy juice and thick globs of semen. You give your cock an experimental waggle, and sure enough, it is still hard. That’s certainly different, you think, as you furrow your eyebrows. You give it another waggle, harder than before, and your cock makes a wet noise as it smacks the woman’s opening, making you and her both grunt and tense up again.

“Are you―” she pants, propping herself up on her elbows, sweat dripping down her tomato red face.

You watch her eyes go wide as she sees what you’re seeing, your cock already at full mast again.

“This has never happened to me before,” you observe.

“How are you―” she starts again, reaching out and touching your soaking member with cold fingers that makes it twitch and that makes you shiver. You see her eyes widen as she grips it more firmly and then gives it an exploratory pump, and whatever softness in your tool disappears instantly, leaving it throbbing and needy.

“Oh―” you groan, wincing at how sensitive your cock is between her gentle but firm fingers.

“You’re still hard?” she asks, her eyes hazy, her fingers giving your cock gentle pumps that shoot pleasure straight up to your brain.

"I don't know," you confess, feeling the power of your arousal taking over your body. Your hands go to her supple hips, gripping them as you involuntarily pull her closer to you. Your cock leaks another drop of its sticky cum as she continues to pump it, her fingers twisting and squeezing it with a mix of curiosity and desire. You look at her, and she gulps, face still red, eyes just as hungry as yours.

“H- hold on a second let me just―” she says, and then shimmies her hips, rotating her whole body onto its side so that she rests with a hip to the bench, her legs idly hanging down, her panties and leggings still limply around her ankles.

“Oh―‽” she adds, and you gasp as you watch a thick drool of your cloudy cum leaks out of her as she readjusts herself, alabaster dripping down across her hot and reddened thigh and pooling on the bench. Her pussy is still engorged and an angry red color, and you can smell the scent of her needy sex mixing with the ozone of your semen.

She whines at your gaze and looks at you with embarrassed and pleading eyes.