Kristina wants to give back

I spend the next couple nights staying with Kristina, holding her when she cries and spooning with her at night. Her fiancé’s hometown, where the funeral takes place, is far enough away that she opts to fly out, so I tell her I’ll take her to the airport. Actually, I offer to go with her if she needs me, though it seems to me that doing so might raise some unnecessary questions; she thanks me for the offer but agrees with my concern. I help her get ready for the trip—which mostly means comforting her and helping her keep going when it all seems too much to take—and the night before she’s set to fly out, we go to bed early.

As I sleep next to Kristina, I dream that I’m getting an absolutely amazing blowjob. I can feel myself starting to wake up, but I fight it, because I want to hang on to the dream. Despite my best efforts, though, I wake up—

—to find that it wasn’t just a dream after all. There’s a warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cockhead and a warm, wet tongue caressing it, and a soft hand fondling my balls. The mouth pumps my shaft, the tongue swirling around its length, and the hand squeezes me lightly. It’s obviously Kristina, but why—? I happen to see the clock—it’s about an hour and a half before the alarm. “Kristina?” I ask softly.

I hear a slurping sound as she pulls her head off my head. “Andrew?” she replies.

I’m not terribly coherent in my reply. “Why—? What—?”

Kristina sits up and straddles my hips. She traps my raging erection between her twat and my groin and slides herself slowly back and forth along my length as she talks. “I didn’t sleep well tonight,” she says. “A lot of that’s about Rob, but a lot of it’s about you, too. The more I thought about it, the more I thought, I can’t just go off and leave you like this. You’ve given me so much, and I haven’t given you anything.”

I start to say, “You don’t have to—”

Kristina interrupts me. “I know,” she says. “I know you haven’t been doing all of this to get laid. You’ve just given me yourself, just for my sake. But don’t you see, that’s why it matters so much for me to give back to you. I know I don’t have to—that’s why I need to.”

I’m tired enough for that to make sense, I guess. In any case, I’m not going to argue with her. Kristina continues, “I’ve been getting hornier and hornier all night. I need to make love to you, Andrew. I need this, I need to give you this, and I think you need it.” She moves up to straddle my face, and I realize she’s already naked. She lowers herself down and starts sliding her dripping twat back and forth on my mouth. “Feel how wet I am for you,” she murmurs. “Taste me, Andrew. Taste how much I need you.”

I stick my tongue up into her quim; Kristina moans as she does my work for me, sweeping my tongue up and down her slit. After a few strokes, she slides a little farther forward; I grab her hips to hold her in place and stab my tongue into her honeypot. She settles herself a bit more on my face to give me better access, and I drink freely of her light, sweet girl-honey. I reach up and grab her tits as I lap at her cunt walls. I fill my hands with their soft weight, caressing her silken skin and teasing the stiff pegs that crown them. I wriggle my tongue in her sweet pussy; I curl it and suck her nectar out, then flex my tongue and start licking her G-spot. “Fuck me hard, lover,” she moans, “no one’s ever eaten me as well as you. Fuck my hungry little pussy with that magic fucking tongue. Fill my pussy with your tongue and eat me out from the inside. Oooooooh, fuck me crazy, baby, you’ve got me sooooo fucking horny, you know just how to eat me. Make me cum on your tongue, lover. I’m so close, so close, so fucking close, just eat me ’til I cum all over your face. Fuck me wild, I’m close, your tongue has me so fucking close, just don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop.”

I’m not positioned quite right to rub Kristina’s clit with my nose this time, but it doesn’t matter. I give her lush melons a squeeze and pinch her nipples, and she erupts. Her delightful girl-cum floods my mouth as she writhes and twists in the hurricane of her ecstasy. When she starts to settle down, I try to shift her so I can get at her clit, but she lifts off me. “Not like that,” she says, and turns herself around. She straddles my head backward and bends down, taking my aching prick in one hand. “I’ve been wanting to do this for so long,” she says in a smouldering voice, then deepthroats me without warning. I gasp and arch my back; I can feel her hum of pleasure vibrating my shaft.

Kristina swallows me several times, burying my cockhead in the soft, wet heat of her throat, then pulls off and starts licking up and down my shaft, caressing me with her lips as she goes. When my head stops spinning, I shift position and lean up to capture her pearl with my mouth. I suckle it like a nipple, flickering my tongue around it, then open my mouth and lick it, first delicately, then applying more pressure. I stretch out my hands to her hanging beauties, lightly caressing them all over, feeling their shape as they hang down from her chest. When my fingers and palms trace her nipples, she moans into my cock.

Kristina focuses her attention on my cockhead, going after it with her mouth as if she were licking and sucking chocolate fondue off a strawberry. It feels unbelievably good. I suck her pearl hard into my mouth, pulling it as deep as I can; she lifts her head from my cock and mewls, then plunges her head down and begins vigorously deepthroating me again. I squeeze her boobs and pinch her nipples, and I keep sucking on her button with all my might; she lifts a hand from the bed to grab my balls and squeeze lightly. That sends my orgasm exploding out of my balls, sending lightning bolts of pleasure sizzling down every nerve in my body. I manage to stay latched on to Kristina’s twat, so my guttural roar goes right into her clit, triggering her climax in turn. It takes her by surprise, and she jerks her head off my prick with a gasp. The first blast or two of cum had gone right down her throat; the next hits her in the eye, and the rest paint her face, neck, and tits. She’s so far gone in bliss, she doesn’t even notice.

She does when she comes down off her high, though. When Kristina realizes what happened, she starts to laugh. It isn’t really all that funny, but she’s been carrying a lot of tension, and hasn’t had much to laugh about. She laughs hard, but without going off into hysterics; it’s like a fresh wind blowing through her soul, and it leaves her feeling better. She gets off the bed for a tissue to wipe her face; when she comes back, her eyes have a little of their usual sparkle.

Kristina swings a leg over me and goes back to sliding her twat along my half-flaccid prick. She leans forward and shimmies her tits at me; I reach up with a smile to fondle them. “Mmmmm,” she purrs. “I love the way you love my titties, baby.”

“I’m glad,” I say with a smile.

“I especially love the way your big mommy-maker loves my titties,” she continues. “All you have to do is touch them and it—oooooh—stands up to look around. I think it’s about ready to meet my hungry little pussy.”