11. Fuck
Krista let my cock slip from her mouth. It was all shiny and wet with a mixture of cum and saliva. Her face was a mess. Drool and now a little semen dripped down her chin and her mascara, which I hadn't previously clicked that she was wearing, had run just a little. A mess, but a beautiful, sexy, fuckable mess. My cock agreed and throbb-ed angrily in front of her, still twitching from post orgasmic sensitivity.
I'd love to be able to report that I jumped her and fucked her right there and then. I'm positive that Krista could have kept me hard if she had kept sucking. Instead she grinned up at me with a happy "cat who got the cream" grin and I reached for the tissues at the side of the bed and sat beside her to wipe her face. We had a gentle and intimate moment as I cleaned her - though given what I was cleaning from her it was tinged with a hint of kink and lust.
Pretty soon Krista was all cleaned up and, just as I was discarding the last of the tissues, she wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in for another kiss. We overbalanced and, as a pair, fell on to the bed. I have a suspicion that was intentional on her part. We kissed and caressed and squirmed against each other for a minute or two. I remember the feel of her skin pressed against mine and again the smell of her: that mixture of perfume and sweat with distant hints of the smoky environment we had both left. Over it all, though, I could smell her juices. They were on my fingers; they were spread all around her pussy; and she was doing her level best to coat my leg with them. My cock was hard almost as soon as we started, a fact that Krista soon noted. She slipped her hand around my girth and made a suggestive “hmm” sound.
I pushed Krista on to her back and reached over her, which put my cock up near her tits. She took advantage of my position by stroking it and then rubbing it on one of her nipples. That wasn’t my goal but I happily stayed there for a moment, letting her play with it, both of us enjoying the sensations. I came back down with a condom I had fetched from my pocket and hurriedly opened it and rolled it on. At that moment I didn’t fancy trying the awkward communication route, so I just pushed her legs apart as I moved myself between them - positioning her where I wanted her with a sort of gentle authority. She made appreciative and suggestive sounds as I did so, encouraging me with a cheeky smile and more than a little lust in her eyes.
I knelt between Krista’s splayed legs, looking down at this gorgeous creature. Her skin was light and glowing with exertion; her body firm and toned; her tits offered a nod to gravity by tilting a little to the side but otherwise stood in defiance of it, thrusting her hardened nipples up towards me; her pussy lips were parted and glistening with moisture - inviting me in. My cock was hard and proud before me, pointing the way eagerly. I was going to fuck her. I was here in her bed and I was going to fuck her, Krista, a stripper. I grabbed her thighs and shifted and moved her hips until her pelvis was tilted and her open, wet pussy was perfectly aligned. Then I pushed forward with my cock.
Both of us watched as I pushed slowly in: Krista’s flexible body almost doubled up so that she could see, me looking down from above. I watched the head of my cock spreading and pushing her pussy lips apart. I felt those lips wrap around me as I did so, the sights and sounds and smells meshing together to capture me in a web of lust. I felt my glans pop just inside her and we simultaneously groaned. I held there, enjoying that moment of being inside her, of finally having my cock where it wanted to be.
I rocked my cock back and forward just a little, pushing the head up against that spot just inside her. Even with that small motion Krista grunted with the rhythm of my nudges. It didn’t take long before she was looking up at me, her face contorted with lust and need, and her hips moving to capture more of my cock. She almost looked angry as she barked out “more!”. For a moment I debated whether or not to keep her there, in that state of need. To refuse to speed up or go deeper and to build her lust and her need even more. Perhaps a more experienced version of me would have. But perhaps not: I remember how much I wanted to fuck her. How much I needed to take her and be plunging my cock into her with wild abandon. Maybe no version of me could withstand that.
And so I started to thrust inside her, pushing my cock insistently up and into Krista’s wet and very willing pussy. I remember watching her eyes roll back on the first thrust and I remember how her body responded, squirming to meet my thrusts and coating my cock liberally with the cum that flowed from her. I could sense that she was close to cumming and that thought made my cock twitch inside her. I grabbed her legs harder and pulled her onto my cock as I thrust. I was fighting through a haze of lust myself, wanting to just fuck this gorgeous creature below me hard and fast until I came. But I kept enough control, driven by enough desire to see her cum, to keep my thrusts hard but measured, to keep good contact between my head and her spongy front wall as I slid my cock inside her, to lock her hips at an angle to keep that contact firm. All of this as I watched her face and her squirming body for the signs.
I didn’t have long to wait, so wound up was she. Krista started to mouth and grunt things in Polish. Things I couldn’t understand but which sounded like encouragement or obscenities. Or both. I felt satisfaction welling up within me: I was going to make her cum. And cum she did. Her body arched, pushing her pelvis hard onto my cock and embedding it in inside her. I could feel the muscles locking all over her body: her arms, her legs, her taught tummy. And her twitching, spasming cunt, wrapped so tightly around my rigid cock. I held myself inside her - neither thrusting nor withdrawing now. Just holding myself in that position with my cock pressed against that little spot behind her cervix. Her orgasm seemed to last an age. Her body spasming and her head back, breath coming in short heaves. But in reality I’m sure it can’t have been that long and eventually she did relax and come down. But I wasn’t finished with her yet.
I started to move inside Krista again. Slowly at first, letting her get used to the sensation and, to be frank, just revelling in what I was feeling as her body occasionally twitched when I nudged an over-sensitised spot. Soon, though, she was pushing back against me, telling me what she wanted in ways where no language was required.
I let myself go now - I gave in to that lust and dropped even the pretence that I was trying to make Krista cum. I looked down and watched my cock disappearing inside her body, the shaft coated in her juices which were beginning to both drip down and to froth up as I fucked. I watched her incredible body below me again, legs held spread, tits jiggling and face frozen in an expression of lust. I saw all of that and I just… fucked. I thrust into her as hard as I could, picking up the pace until I was hammering her fast and hard.
Krista was looking at me again, her face determined. She encouraged me verbally. “Take it”, she would say, or “cum” and occasionally forgetting herself to say something in Polish. I felt it coming - my orgasm - I felt the need rising and the urgency in my balls. Krista must have sensed it too: I could see the satisfied grin spreading on her face and she stepped up her movements underneath me. I was grunting with effort and need, thrusting and thrusting inside her. Then my body stiffened and I let out a long groan. My cock swelled and I could feel the pulses as I shot my cum into the condom just before everything overloaded and the only thing my senses would tell me was “pleasure”. I kept my cock firmly planted inside her as it pulsed and twitched. Not through control this time but through instinct. That’s exactly where it wanted to be.
My arms grew suddenly weak and I let Krista’s legs go then leaned (some might say “flopped”) down on top of her. She wrapped her arms around my back and we kissed: half way between the tender kiss of a romance novel’s lovers and the passionate snog of the fuckers we had just been. I could feel my cock twitching inside her, the sensitive flesh responding to her slightest movements. No doubt she could feel it too.
“Again?”, she asked.
* Once again, "throbb-ed" to get past the automatic content filter (which is worried about a word within that has a completely different meaning). |
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1. The Stag, the Twat and the Stripper
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