Say it with me; Green Flame!

Sitting there in the dimly lit room you cannot help but to stare wide-eyed at buxom nutjob who had just ground herself to completion on your straining lap. Jesus but she had your number and not just because with hourglass measurements, a model's face, and thick pink hair she was a fifteen out of ten. With a sudden gasp like drowning diver surfacing for air followed by a girlish giggle she lets go of your hair and begins wrenching at your belt.

"Not a bad little aperitif, Stud but didn't I say we were going for the big leagues? Let's see if you are packing any heat..."

Not about to complain about anything this pastel sexbomb demands you hurriedly drag your shirt up over your head, getting blindly tangled in it as you feel Krystal tear down your slacks and boxers in a single hard yank ...goddammit, what's got two thumbs and can't fight his way out of a simple t-shirt? This fucking guy. Don't blow this Dude!...

"Eureka! Now that's what Momma called a spicy salami! Mmmmm... don't mind if I do..."

Wait, was she talking about you? You knew you weren't a slouch or anything but the only other girl to ever get handsie with your "Crotch Credentials" - Lisa Gibbins, senior year, a lack-luster hand-job behind the gardeners shed a week before she declared herself a lesbian ...alright, let's stuff that memory back down deep where it belongs... - hadn't seemed neither impressed or disappointed, just more... apathetic? Leaving you with the impression that you were probably toting some mediocre meat down there or at least something less than awe-inspiring.

That seemed on par for your life right up until this point. At least it was until you felt something warm and wet work it's way up the underside of your throbbing protuberance.

"Ooomphiffuuugghingoooommm~!" You slur intelligently through the twisted cotton shirt that has somehow bunched itself up under your nasal passages and relegated you to the status of "Obligatory Mouth-breather" for the time being.

"Mmmmhmmmph!" Comes the happy reply as the warm wetness entirely encompasses your cock head and you feel what can only be a nimble tongue roll languidly over your trembling tip. It's almost too much too soon but your aggressive wardrobe malfunction manages to distract you enough to keep from immediately painting this unbelievable cutie's tonsils white.

Twisting and pulling madly at the black t-shirt which, against all odds, has become an impromptu three point restraint and blindfold, you can only moan as you feel hot lips side further down your straining length. You shudder as the bulging head is **** deeper into warm, wet tightness making your toes curl at the ecstatic sensation of being swallowed.

"Ummmph~!"

God, she is all but gagging herself on your flagpole and you can't even see it! You finally have a gorgeous, sexy girl worshipping between your legs and you don't get to watch as a longtime sexual fantasy is finally being fufilled! It's so damn unfair...

"Mmmm- rraack! Ack... Aack!"

The bulbous tip of your burning immensity is getting caught in the back of her throat causing it spasm in muscular contractions before she pulls back only to try and take it in further, milking and massaging your meaty length with her tightening esophagus, gagging and moaning over it the whole time.

The sounds and sensations are just too much and you finally just rip right through the flimsy cotton with the agonized burn of straining muscles. Fighting your way free of the ruined garment and finally tossing it aside you whip your head down to see the agent of this delicious ****.

Staring down with mussed hair and wild eyes you see her, those twin bubblegum pig-tail swishing in rythem with her bobbing head as Krystal strives to take you down the back of her pretty throat, looking up at you all the while with that mischief in her glittering hazel eyes. Never once does she does she stopped her messy, wet suckling on your aching knob, just watches you with those excited amber eyes as though waiting for something...

"Mmmmmph?" She asks questioningly, arching a single pastel eyebrow up at you in mute challenge.

It's too much and without conscious thought you seize the base of each pink pig-tail in a **** grasp and pull her face all the way to your base with a feral grunt.

A strangled "Squeee!" of excitement thrumbs out from around your buried length as you proceed to use her vibrant hair like handles as you rock your hips, forcing your rampaging cock in and out of those plush, full lips and hot, young throat.

Her eyes are watery but bright as she nods mad encouragement up at you, never looking away as her small hands clutch at your thighs, the nails digging in hard. Her big, buoyant, perfect tits bounce wildly with each aggresive thrust and you crane your head to one side to watch as she drops one manicured hand to her the front of her lacy pink boy-shorts.

Gripping the sheer fabric there; this sexy psychopath gathers up a fistful of it and drags it upwards. The overwrought material stretches fantastically until just a thin line of it pulls between her sodden pussy lips like a thong, pressing tight against the sweet swollen pearl of her clit and making her shudder as she continues to deep throat you like the internets most seasoned porn-star.

Your whole world is reeling as you rampantly face-fuck her hungry maw. People didn't act like this, you didn't act like this! Less than two hours ago you were just looking to pick up some light reading material on the way home and now... all of this was happening?!

Rational thought aside, none of it matters in this moment. Your primal lizard brain was in full control, in the drivers seat, behind the wheel and racing you both towards nitro-fuelled climax like some kind of deranged Mad Max simile!

"Fuck Krystal, fuck fuckFuckFUCK!!" You roar as your hip movements become irregular, you drag her face down until her nose is nestled against your pelvis and your heaving balls smack against her chin.

"MMMMMHMMMM! Ack!!"

Her loud humming moan ends in a gagging sound as you erupt straight down her throat, blasting long ropes of hot manseed deep into her hungry, waiting gullet.

You seize up with each spurt after spurt of thick baby batter then begin to relax, your whole body alight with tingling pleasure. You try and hold her there a bit longer to take all of your load but the heady moment of release and all the energy spent fucking her gorgeous mouth has left you feeling completely boneless.

Shaking her hair free of your trembling hands, the bubblegum sexdemon manages to suck her way back up your length to release the head with a little *POP!* just in time to catch your final spurt across the bridge of her cute button nose and down one soft cheek.

She just giggles licking those swollen lips then begins to eagerly clamber up over you, pushing you back into the pile of cushions, stuffed toys and those little knitted things Grandma's made ...what were they called again? Oh who fucking cares!...

Looming over you on all fours, her knees straddling your hips and grabbing your flagging cock with one soft hand she begins to pump it in her fist as she glares down at you, her predators gaze at odds with that too-wide Cheshire grin on her face.

"Oh no Stud, we're not done yet..." she growls, working your all too sensitive cock back to rigid attention, "Today was a pretty special day for me and we are going to celebrate! We are going to keep fucking until either your hips give out or my pussy breaks!"

Oh, fuck! This was bad! Hot, so sizzling fucking hot... but bad! This crazy babe was actually going to fuck you to ****!

"Do you think you can break this sweet little pussy, Stud?"

She says it in a candy-coated tone as she uses her hand pull her straining panties to one side and smear the tip of your renewed erection across the lips of her juicy, peach pussy then suddenly, she slammed her thick muscular hips down on you with one violent motion!

You feel your pounding prick fill her entirely, her slick girl-cum making the entry smooth and wet. She squeals in delight, clamping her thick soft thighs around your hips as her pussy squeezes your girthy rod and you crane your head up to gasp as she begins a frantic, delighted bouncing...

"Oh FUCK! Krystal... gasp... you have to give me a minute..."

Slap!

Your head rings and your left cheek is on fire as the mad cock-hungry bitch riding your lovestick just fucking slapped you!

Dropping your head back to the overcrowded bed in shock you have enough presence of mind to arch your back and hips to dig out whatever is prodding painfully up into your lower back ...is that a damned Barbie doll head?... and toss it aside to bounce off the closet mirror.

"Man down!"

Krystal crows at the sight of it before riding your straining hips back down into the mattress, grinding onto you with a sensual ass wiggle. She has one hand clawing painfully into your chest while her other is pulling on her own pierced nipple like she is trying to tear it off. The mixture of biting pain and building pleasure has you squeezing your eyes closed as her tight young twat squeezes you downstairs.

Break her Pussy? She's going to break you at this rate but by god you would not go quietly into that good night!

"Wha- YES! Fucking do it! Glow for me Stud! Give it to me with your big fucking glow-stick!"

Wait... what?

Snapping your eyes open you are greeted by the sight of the furiously bucking sexfiend still atop you but now lit up by a new source of light... of green light.

A familiar green light! The sickly alien green of Shvarthian Crystal, the same you had briefly glimpsed after all the shit during the fight in the lab!

...and sure enough, looking down you see your naked body is alight with spectral green flame. It lights you up; not burning or spreading but inside yourself something is building in intensity and it's not just the pressure in your balls.

The whole situation has gone way past the point of weird and was nose-diving straight into the realms of what-the-actual-fuck?! ...but rather than lurching off of the bed to stop, drop and roll like a rational human being; Krystal slams both her palms down hard on your chest and rides you like a prize bucking bronco at a red-neck rodeo. Those mad, wild eyes and huge toothy grin utterly fixated on you as her pussy starts to clench, squeeze and suck at your happily bewildered man-meat with each aggressive down-stroke of that fantastic, globular ass.

"C'mon, come on Stud, I want to see if you fucking cum green!"

She shrieks this as you feel her tight little snatch begin to convulse around your girth and it's finally too much...

As your balls heave, preparing to erupt with all the man-juice and presumably whatever other bodily fluids they can find to fling into this riotious beauty atop you, the other dam of energy within you also breaks.

It's as though a bolt of lightning beginning in your sex-addled cranium arced down through your very core and grounded itself at the base of your erupting cock. You gasp as you feel your cum blast explosively out of your lightning rod and up into Krystal tight pussy passage. Cum and something more...

Krystal, for her part seizes up again. Her glorious tits rippling enticingly, her stomach muscles all going rigid causing you to groan again as her internal muscles lock down impossibly tight on your member forcing another pulsing load out of you. Your eyes widen in horror as you see that bubblegum hair start to frizz and stand out from her scalp as green arcs of electricity dance across her flawless pale skin.

"AYEEEEEEE~..." she screams as though being tazered before finally relaxing with a loud, satisfied "...YEAH!"

Her hot, squirting, pussy juices splash liberally down onto your spasming thighs, then she finally begins to droop. Slumping over you, panting for breath, much of her strawberry hair is in your face as her head settles down beside yours on the sheets and you could swear you could smell ozone in the air.

What the hell was that?

"Ooooh Stud, we definitely have to do that again real soon. Just... just give poor lil' Krystal a minute... I think you just gave my pretty, little kitty a round of electro shock therapy!"