Flip the script

I don’t want to be done yet, so on a whim I pull all the way out of Kelly’s creampot. “What?!” she gasps. “Don’t you dare—put that big fucking dick back—”

I flop down on my back, my engorged prick standing tall and proud. “I want more of those tits,” I tell her. “Ride me, sexy.”

Kelly’s eyes flame with hunger and she scrambles up to straddle me. Before she can line herself up on my rod, I grab her ass with both hands and pull her forward to fill my face with her quim. I give her two quick licks stern to stem, then suck hard on her pearl, trying to get as much of her sex into my mouth as I can. She shrieks and cums hard, splattering my face and throat with her juices. I push her back and say, “Now you can ride me.”

Kelly seems stunned as she settles her fuckhole around my mushroom, but lust burns the dazed look from her face at the touch. With a fierce, hungry cry she impales herself on my shaft—

—and finds she can’t make it all the way down. I feel myself bottom out in her—I feel the end of her cunt stretch tightly around my little purple helmet with the **** of her movement—and I see a look of utter amazement cross her face before she throws back her head and screams in orgasm. Her body writhes and shakes; her tunnel walls go into paroxysms around my big pole, furiously clenching and unclenching. From the way she’s trembling, I start to worry Kelly might not be able to hold herself up.

My worry passes quickly. Her climax is intense but brief. She opens her eyes, looking dazed again, and mutters, “What—the fuck—was that?”

“That, sexy girl, appears to be what happens when a cock hits your A-spot,” I tell her. “You appear to be really sensitive there.”

“Wow . . .” Kelly mutters. “That’s . . . that was . . .” Then she looks down and realizes her thighs aren’t resting on my hips. “Wow . . .” she says again. “There’s still more cock—my body’s hanging on your cock . . . That’s so fucking hot . . .” She raises up and hisses, “But I’m not stopping there!” before slamming herself back down again.

Each time she drops, Kelly takes my prick a little deeper. She doesn’t orgasm every time I hit her A-spot—only a few times—but the sounds she’s producing make it clear that every time gives her a burst of pleasure. She finally gives up on trying to fit all of me inside her and starts riding me. She interlaces her fingers behind her head, elbows out, and thrusts her chest forward as she rocks and swings and swivels her hips.

“So good—so deep—so fucking good deep . . .” Kelly moans, her words interrupted by gasps and mewls at the end of each thrust. “Big—thick—cuntpiston—fucking me—places—never fucked before . . . Big—beautiful—fucking—dick—so good—so good— . . . Tight little—pussy—loves—your—cock . . . You like—that hot—tight—pussy, tiger? . . . You like—this—little slut—riding your fuckpole? Tell me—fuuuuuuck—so good . . .”

“Your pussy is amazing,” I growl. “You’re the hottest, wettest, tightest fuck I’ve ever had.” She moans louder and speeds up. I wrap my hands around her huge globes, massaging their supple flesh and rubbing their stiff buds with the bases of my thumbs.

“Yessssss . . .” Kelly hisses. “Play with my titties—squeeze my big titties . . .”

I run my fingers all over her succulent melons, rotating my wrists and pressing in a little. I end up lifting her boobs in my fingers, thumbing her nipples to make her gasp and mewl. “There’s only one thing to make this even better.” I get a good grip on each nipple and pull hard towards me. Kelly howls, a small orgasm shaking her body as she falls forward to land with her hands on the bed. “I want your tits in my mouth.” Rolling one nipple in my fingers, I wrap my hand around the other breast and guide it to my mouth. My lips part, and I start by twirling my tongue around its red-grapefruit peak, licking and teasing it and painting it with my saliva.

“Oh, you fucking bastard,” Kelly breathes. “So—fucking—turned—on . . .” She speeds up, rolling her hips to fuck me by rotation, swinging them from side to side to constantly vary the angle of penetration. “Suck those tits, tiger. Suck them—hard . . .” I suit the action to the word, rapidly suckling the quivering bud in my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, then sucking it as deep as I can to fill my mouth with her luscious titflesh. I lick it all around and bite down gently on her boob; she mewls, then gasps, “Fucking good . . . that’s new, baby—so good—like that—more—more . . .” I let most of her big mound slip out of my mouth, capturing its swollen tip between my teeth, then roll it around as I suck on it and lick it energetically. “Fuck, where do you—come up with this?” she gasps.

After feasting on that boob for a while, I switch to the other one, letting my fingers capture the wet nipple my mouth leaves behind. “That’s it, stud—suck that fat tit—suck it—bite the nipple—drive me—crazy . . . Such a—good cock,” she moans, fucking me harder. “So big—so hard—so deep—so fucking deep— . . . So good—riding your big—horse cock . . . Ride you like—bareback rodeo—ride the—fucking bronco—stay on—you fuck me like crazy—stay on you—fucking bronco—make me cum . . .” She said that earlier, a part of me realizes; it makes more sense now, anyway.

I devour Kelly’s rich melons as she fucks me like a woman possessed, and soon I can feel my balls boiling. “Get ready, sexy girl,” I gasp. “Get ready to take it like a good little cumslut. I’ll fill you so full, you’ll feel my cream sloshing around in you for a week.”

“Yeah!” she cries out exultantly. “Give it to me! Give me your cum! Let me feel your hot load in my greedy little pussy!”

“I’m cumming!” I gasp, then lean my head back and roar as my balls blow like Vesuvius, blasting great gouts of cum into Kelly’s hot body. At the first touch, she throws her head back and screams; her orgasm tears through her like the blast front of an explosion. We drive our hips together with all our strength, and her cunt walls squeeze my prick like they want to fuse with it. I wrap my arms around her and pull her down on top of me hard to lock my lips on hers as our joint climax thunders on and on.

Eventually, we relax; Kelly rolls off me so we can breathe. For a while, that takes priority over speech. Finally, she murmurs, “I’d planned to fuck you more than once . . . that was too intense. Pussy sore . . . not up to more right now . . .”