Krystal remains

“Does anything else come in St Perpetua’s welcome pack?” you ask.

There’s a twinkle in Krystal’s eyes at the question. “What do you have in mind?”

“How about tuning my laptop?”

A moment of disappointment and then Krystal smiles. “And what do I get for it?”

“A beer?”

“Sounds good to me.”

You open up your laptop and unlock it for her. Then you go fetch a beer from the fridge. You sit in the spare chair and watch her work. At first, she tries to explain what she’s doing but quickly realises you don’t have much idea what she’s talking about, so limits herself to a few words of advice.

You both quickly finish your beers, and you go pick up another. When you get back, she’s playing one of your favourite porn videos, while scrolling through your history. You freeze. She realises you’re watching and turns away to smile at you.

“I might have to report this,” she tells you with wicked grin. “You appear to have an unnatural interest in teens, when you should be into tits.”

You put the beers down and step towards her. “You know I like tits as well.”

You reach under her jumper and grasp the bra clad monstrosities you find there.

“Good, because you need to pay me for all this hard work.”

“What do I owe you?”

“A good hard fuck with that monster of yours.”

You lean in and you kiss her, releasing all your desire and your lust and your memories of her body in the kiss. And she kisses back with the same impetus.

“Get naked,” you tell her when you pull back. And the both of you are stripping off your clothes. You throw yours onto one of the chairs. Krystal piles hers on top of the box containing the Snetterton Collection.

“Take me from behind, big boy. I’ve been dripping wet since I arrived, waiting for this moment.”

Krystal turns round and leans against your desk. She thrusts her ass towards you, and you step towards the offered bounty. Her slit is smooth and dripping with her desire. You run your cock along it. Then you position yourself and thrust in.

She’s as hot and wet and clinging as she was before. You groan as her heat embraces you. She groans as you push your way inside her. A couple of thrust, a momentary withdrawal and then you’re fully inside, your stomach against her ass-cheeks, your balls against her thighs.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she moans in delight. Moans that turn into screams the moment you start moving, thrusting. You pull back and the flesh of her pussy tries to come with you. You thrust in and the hot wet hole is slow to part. You grasp hold of her ass-cheeks, and you pick up speed. All you can concentrate on is the motion of your hips, driving in, pulling out. Even screaming yes is beyond her now. She can only scream and moan incomprehensible acceptance of the acts. She’s clinging on to the desk, her forehead against the top, her arms stretched out before her. Her breasts swing wildly, back and forth, huge pendulums that turn her motion erratic. When they are against you, they add resistance to your movement, you’re pushing in, they’re swinging away, pulling her pussy away from you, you’re pulling out, they’re swinging towards you, limiting your motion. When you and they are in sync, they add compliance, you’re pushing in and they’re swinging back, pushing your cock deeper into her, making your stomach slap harder against her ass, you’re pulling back and they’re swinging away, pulling her faster, making you slip out of the heaven that is her pussy, forcing you to realign yourself to re-enter.

There’s a crash. The box of the Snetterton Collection has fallen off your desk, scattering its contents. You don’t care. All you care about is the pleasure you’re feeling, the satisfaction only a hot, wet, tight pussy can provide.

A hot, wet, tight pussy in orgasm can provide.

Krystal’s orgasm scream is deep and hollow and unmistakeable. Her legs shiver with her joy. Her pussy spasms uncontrollably. Your balls boil as those spasms massage your shaft. You bury yourself as deep as you can and you release. Wave after wave of sperm shot inside her. Your own legs down shivering with pleasure. Only the solidity of her thighs preventing you collapsing.

You pause, frozen as the last vestiges of pleasure wash away from you, the last wave of your cum pumped from your balls, the last shivers of her pussy accepting your seed.

“I do believe you’re getting better,” Krystal gasps. “I didn’t think that was possible.”