Stay with Krystal

Abigail and Anissa want to go, but you want another drink, or in truth to stay with Krystal. You can see she wants the same. Krystal buys the round.

“You know one thing I used to consider a conspiracy?” Krystal asks. You shrug. You’ve no idea. “Porn.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I mean I enjoy sex, but you watch porn and it appears as if every woman is sex obsessed. It’s as if any problem can be solved with dick. And of course, all the male actors are well endowed. I’ve been with a lot of men, and the smallest actor is bigger than most men. And don’t get me started on all the fake orgasms. It’s like it’s not good sex unless the woman is having a screaming, eye-rolling orgasm.”

“I remember you having an orgasm every time I’ve fucked you.”

“That’s why I’ve changed my mind. I’ve met you. You put a lot of those actors to shame. And a quicky with you is more enjoyable than a night of passion with most of the men I’ve been with. I’m starting to think porn has a point.”

“You suggesting I should go into porn?”

She studies you for a moment. Her hazel eyes are deep in thought. “Maybe we should both go into porn together? You think I could make it in porn?”

“Oh definitely. These are made for male worship.” You reach out and grasp her breasts. They are soft and heavy and wobble delightfully. Her bra is doing wonders keeping them defying gravity. But you want that bra gone. You want to feel their full weight, their real softness, their real warmth.

“If we’re going into porn, we should practice.”

Her words make the beer slide down quickly. You’re out of the pub, down the street and into her flat in no time at all. Yet no time at all feels like eternity. As soon as the door is shut your pressing yourself against her, feeling her lips mash against yours, feeling her body deform as you squeeze her.

You’re in her bedroom and you’re rolling on her bed. Your hands are fumbling with her bra. Her hands are eager at your belt buckle. Your lips are desperate for each other.

Her breasts are free. You’re beneath them. Your hands can squeeze them, feel the warm flesh, the soft flesh, the pure beauty. Your finger and thumb tweak her hard nipples. Your mouth can taste the sweat of her desire. Your tongue flicks the nipples, and she moans her appreciation.

She discards her jumper. She frees your penis. She spits on her hand and runs it up and down your blossoming length. She withdraws her breasts from you, but it’s only to reposition herself. She doesn’t want to give you a handjob. She wants to give you a blowjob. Her hand is joined by her mouth. Warm and wet and eager, your penis engorges to its full length.

Her reposition has placed her groin above you. You push back her skirt. You pull down her panties to reveal her bald, needy slit. Your fingers go up to play. They dig out her clit. They flick it. They tickle it. You send them probing around her hole. Her desire is clear in her dampness. The folds are already pink with inflammation. As you push 2 fingers inside, she moans around your cock. Two fingers inside and your thumb flicking her clit, while she takes your dick deeper into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue as she does so.

You can’t resist any longer. You withdraw your fingers. You strain upwards and replace them with your tongue. You savour the heady taste of her desire. It is strong and musty and sets off a deep greed within you. Once tasted you can’t stop sampling. Your tongue lashes her clit. It slides through her folds. It dips into her depths. Her hips shake and shiver with each action. Until she can’t take it any longer. She abandons your cock to scream her appreciation. Her body responds and she douses you with her ejaculate. You drink it down as if you were a dehydrated hero lost in a desert and this was the only source of water.

“God, you’re getting better. You really are getting better,” she gasps. “Your tongue is better than most men’s cocks. But I know your cock is better than your tongue.”

She shuffles down your body, removing her snatch from your reach, sliding it to your groin. She lifts her plump ass, holds your raging hardon and runs it between her sodden folds. A few passes that are both heaven and hell. Heaven to feel the folds of her pussy slide around your engorged member. Hell, because you know there is a more intense bliss available. An intense bliss she finally allows you to feel. She lines your shaft with her love hole and sinks down upon it. Both of you moan your appreciation.

There’s a moment where you grow accustomed to being joined. Then she sets off, bouncing up and down your shaft, riding you into heaven. The warmth and wetness of her pussy engulfs your senses. All you can see is her large ass bounding up and down, the fat of it quivering with her own pleasures. You can’t resist. You reach out and slap one cheek. She squeals with the sensation. The muscles of her pussy quiver with excitement. You watch the flab ripple with the impact. You can’t help but do it again. The reaction is the same. She speeds up her bouncing.

Speeds up until it becomes too much for her. “I’m coming again. I’m coming again,” she claims. But she doesn’t. Instead she slows. You can’t have that. Your response is to thrust forward. She’s barely moving, you’re thrusting frantically. And that’s enough. Her second orgasm. Her second scream of acceptance. But you’re nowhere finished.

You keep yourself inside her. You push her forward, until she on all fours. She’s burying her face into her pillows. You’re burying your manhood into her snatch, doggystyle. And now you’re in full control. You can thrust as hard and as fast and as frantically as you wish. Twenty seconds of mad intercourse. Followed by thirty of slow steady screwing. Then back to the madness. Each bout of madness sets her screaming and exclaiming and calling for all the gods she can name. Each half a minute of peace makes her sigh and shiver.

Until her third orgasm hits and that’s when you reach your limit. The spasming of her hot, wet pussy for a second time round your shaft is too much. You release inside her. And her screams are screams of acceptance. And your screams are screams of utter joy.

And even after you’ve shot your last load you stay entwined. You collapse into her bed. She twists until you’re no longer spooning but face to face. Her face is flushed with her joy. Her brow is damp with her pleasure. Her eyes are alight but sleepy.

“You know, if we want to film porn together, you’ll have to last longer.”

“Do you think you would survive if I lasted longer.”

“I’d like to find out.”