Make love to her

Something, inside you breaks. Something you've been holding inside for a long time is coming out. You pull Jennifer up to you and kiss her lips.

“I do want you Jennifer. I’ve wanted you for a long while now and felt like shit because you have been dating Chris.” You kiss Jennifer gently as you hold her to you. She still has a hand on your cock guiding it towards her nether regions.

They’ve been together for over a month now. You know that Chris sees the relationship between them as a temporary thing and you can easily see her searching for something to claim as hers. Jennifer's whole world is disintegrating around her. You abundantly understand the desire to have something to go towards, if she were to leave Chris. Right now, Jennifer wants to make love to a man that wants her and not someone else. She wants to feel like she is number one and you want to give it to her this one time.

"Chris can never find out," you say.

You press your lips against Jennifer’s and you both forget about Chris, as you get lost in the passion. Jennifer parts her legs and straddles your hips, as she guides your spear of destiny into her witches’ brew.

"He won't." With a warm satisfied smile, Jennifer embraces your member with her labia. Her pussy lips are already drenched and ready for you, as they part eagerly submitting to their invader.

With a deep resonating timbre of gratitude, Jennifer exclaims “Oh fuck… that feels good.”

Silencing Jennifer with your lips, you roll over on top of her. Thrusting and jackhammering your cock into her pussy. She grimaces from the discomfort of having her hips ground into the polished white marble tile of the swimming pool area. However, the discomfort of having your massive tool stretching Jennifer’s honey pot seems only to drive her further with the mating. She arches her hips up as your hips establish a delicious resonating rhythm.

Lost in the pleasure of this act of love you rut into Jennifer with a bestial intensity. “You’re… my little slut… aren’t you… Jennifer…”

The sounds of oily sweat covered flesh slapping against each other resonates within the pool area. The both of you are oblivious to it, and the heavy scent of a man and woman mating.

The dirty talk seems to heighten and tweak Jennifer’s pleasure even further. “Goddess yes, John… I’m your… your slut… Oooohhh… fuck…”

With a blank expression of paroxysm, Jennifer’s eyes widen as you lift her left leg up over your shoulder, and drive yourself to complete her. You suspect that you are hitting virgin places within her, as your cock periodically gently tickles her cervix convulses. The attention on the wants and desires of Jennifer, stokes her inner furnace past the boiling point. You drive her through the throes of orgasm yet again. As you feel her vaginal muscles tighten even further as they flutter with their convulsions around you.

Through clenched teeth, you inform Jennifer, “I’m… going to… cum…”

Eyes light up and dart around, as if from waking dream a lazy smile washes over Jennifer’s face. She claims your mouth as she interlocks her lips with yours. She makes her response by locking her remaining leg around your hip. The advantage forces you to drive your hips into hers even harder. Yet another paroxysm of Jennifer’s vaginal muscles around your cock drives you over the edge. You impale your massive cock into her vagina viciously, driving her hips into the sweat and oil covered tile.

Jennifer seems to cherish the pain as she feels you explode within her. Your cock belches out its liquid pearls painting the richly fertile walls of Jennifer’s defenseless clamshell with an overwhelming thick coat of potently virile seed. Jennifer and you are clenching each other while your mortal coils convulse against each other.

Afterwards you roll to the side of Jennifer as both your chests heave to replenish the massive amounts of oxygen you just spent. The afterglow overwhelms you and you realize that is the best sex of your life. So much so that you hate saying what you are about to say to her. It takes a bit before you have the breath and presence to speak. The afterglow is still thick with the both of you. Jennifer is gazing lovingly at you as she plays with your short hair. Her right leg is still wrapped around you and your member is still embedded within her. She never let your organ really leave the confines of her wagon rut. Slowly, you gently kiss, lick, and suck the sweat off Jennifer’s breasts.

With a slow deliberate breath you confess, “I don’t want to hurt Chris, but I want to be with you. The idea that Chris is in love with me is scary to me because he is my best friend but absolutely different from that. I am bereft of feeling like that towards any guy. So can you do something for me?”

Breathlessly Jennifer responds “Anything, John. I meant it… I’m yours. Just keep loving me like that and I’ll forget all about Chris.” Somehow, Jennifer clearly enunciates amidst the stoking of her inner fire.

“Forget about getting **** against Chris. I want to be with you, I’m yours too.” It feels odd to say that but you can also very easily see the truth of it. You also have a sense that Jennifer is too emotionally fragile at the moment, to weather you being anything less than supportive.

Jennifer sighs and she rolls over onto you. “ooohhh Goddess, I am already getting used to that.” With a guttural growl she straddles your hips and sliding your beef whistle up into her Cupid’s cupboard.

“Coincidentally it’s exactly what I want. To be honest, I wanted you first. Chris just approached me before you did and he acted so cute that I couldn’t say and then I fell for him hard…but I think I’m falling for you too. He’ll understand if I break up with him and after that all we have to do is find a way to explain to him that we want be together. Oh god, Chris will probably hate us. “

They say that sex can change your entire life. You always thought it was because of babies but now you realize there is more to it. You sit up with her in your lap and her legs wrapped around you. All you want to do right now is wrap your arms around Jennifer and forget about all your woes, but Chris is still your best friend and you need to figure out what to tell him. You feel so stupid, sleeping with your best friend's girl is not really okay, but on the other hand he hasn’t treated her right. You decide that you're both asshole, but that you are the bigger one.

With Jennifer’s arms draped across your back she says, “Take me to bed, and we can figure it out tomorrow. Right now I need more of you.” She follows this command with a soulfully passionate kiss that pours her entire being into it.