You couldn't resist Carol's advances

‘Don’t move,’ you told Carol, and left her there while you answered the door.

The pizza delivery was made by a hot, petite little thing, not much taller than Carol. Early twenties, soft features, long brown hair in a ponytail pulled through the back of her cap. You flirted with her a little, making a mental note to try to remember to order pizza from this company more often. You paid for the pizzas, hoping that she would remember next time she saw your address on a slip, and headed back to the kitchen.

Carol had moved, despite your instruction, but you couldn’t be cross when you saw her. When you walked in she was leaning over the kitchen counter with her ass pointing at you, the fingers of her right hand playing with her clit. She smiled at you over her shoulder, saying ‘what’s it gonna be, sexy? Pizza or pussy?’

You resisted the urge to make the obvious joke, setting the pizza boxes down and undoing your jeans. The relief of letting your hard cock out, of feeling the cool air on your throbbing member was palpable, and Carol’s pussy looked soft and wet as she now reached back with both hands to spread her cheeks for you.

Stepping forward you considered thrusting straight into her ass, but you decided you couldn’t be bothered with being careful, going slowly to avoid hurting her. And you didn’t want to hurt her, you just wanted this to be fun. So you bent your knees a little, holding your cock forward, and pushed inside her dripping pussy.

She groaned, her voice soft and warm as your hips bumped into her bottom. You kept pushing forward, pressing her against the counter and moving deeper inside, then began driving in and out hard. Carol cried out with each thrust and pushed back against you again and again, wanting you as deep and as hard as possible.

You pressed her shoulders down, holding her against the counter as you fucked her, your hips slapping wetly against her ass. Looking down at your cock moving in and out of her you saw her creaming on you, spurring you to fuck her even harder. She was beginning to yelp now with each forward thrust, her fingers splayed out, palms pressed onto the kitchen surface.

She came hard, and suddenly, with a scream, her pussy gripping you tight as her back arched. You felt her fluids dribbling around your balls and down your thighs, and after a moment’s pause you gripped her hair, pulled her head up, arching her back, and continued fucking.

Her pussy, relaxed following her orgasm, offered little friction now, but the different angle now that you were holding her upright made up for that. You leaned your head forward to kiss her neck and bite her shoulder, feeling that you were close now to your own orgasm.

‘Can I cum inside?’ you asked her, and she replied ‘yes, oh god yes. I’m gonna cum again.’

When it surged through you your orgasm was intense, and although you were vaguely aware of Carol crying out once more, squeezing you again with her pussy, your mind was filled with static, white noise, as you slammed your hips into her ass harder even than before, holding yourself deep inside her, and came hard before you slumped forward, laying on top of her on the kitchen counter.

Then of course, quickly, you began to feel hungry for pizza, but you felt that decorum required you to stay here, with your cock inside your ex-girlfriend, for a moment longer before suggesting food. It did smell good though.