it caught her by surprise.
“Oh… now… princess!” he cried softly.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth, red and gleaming, the dark prick hole expanding. Suddenly it blossomed white and his body hot jissum exploded in her face, simmering cum on her nose, lips, eyes, and in her hair.
On instinct she opened her mouth and swallowed the jerking, spurting prick, which acted like a live animal with a life of its own. He gave huge groans of pleasure and seeded her mouth and throat, jerking and keening.
“Right in your mouth, Crystal. Take it… drink it.”
“Mmmmmmmm.”
She felt his hot, creamy butter slide down her throat, coating it with his manhood. She could almost chew the powerful sperm-loaded semen. She’d never tasted such virile sperm. It set her cunt on fire. He held her head, strained happily, and shot it all off in gush after gush. She felt a tiny surge of triumph. He had not really wanted to spurt in her mouth. He was a perverse man who took pride in acting different from others. He would’ve preferred to wash her face in it.
She thought they would rest then, perhaps even talk. But he picked up the vibrator and used her cunt again, slowly, maliciously, crooning. No one had ever laid such a sex trip on her body. He seemed to know exactly what to do to bring her right up to her peak where her crazed belly died for relief of orgasm and then drop her back, only to tease and thrill her up to pre-orgasm once again.
At last she could stand it no longer.
“Please— let me cum. Oh, please, puh-leeze!” she begged. She was so hot that she wanted to fill her lungs with air and scream in hot-bellied frustration.
He suddenly shoved his head between her legs and gave her a furious bite right on her cunt, then jabbed his tongue on her clit.
“Yeeeeeeeeee!” she screamed and thrust her belly up and exploded with incredible fervor, throbbing, gasping, slobbering, twisting, a half-mad creature of turned-on sexuality who could hardly stand the sweet stabs of ecstasy that burned in her as she gave up powerful cunt spasms.
“Ah, oh, ah, ah, ah,” she moaned, and reached total surrender.
He started on her breasts that he’d all but ignored up until now.
“Don’t do that. Now, Gunnar, don’t,” she insisted.
She was all but fucked out, yet the continuous sex merely made her hotter and more sensitive. Her tits, her nipples, were virgin grounds. He wisely knew that some women could orgasm from breast stimulation alone, if their bodies were already hotly sexed up. Some women could glow and burn for hours, to exhaustion, and she was one of them.
He was too smart to overload her exquisitely sensitive beauties. He gave her the gentlest of tongue play, the most insidious of teeth-nibbling, and used his saliva as a silken, slightly stinging honey to keep her nipples bathed, and stroked until they almost literally throbbed.
Down he would reach to give her clit a few strokes. She was cuntsore now, and yet her clitoris was swollen with rich feeling from his total sex use of her.
“Ha. Hee. What are you doing to me? This is ridiculous. I won’t… oh, I won’t… ahhh. Oh, No, No, No,” she went, moaning, tossing her head in her distress at the pleasure.
Her body now felt like one massive and aching clit, white hot, incredibly tender, fully open and crammed with girl juices to be harvested. When he pressed the vibrator, slick with her own cunt juices, into her mouth, she mumbled and sucked it just like it was a prick. Anything… anything to relieve that damnable, extraordinary pressure-pleasure on her stiff, sucked nipples.
When she thought she was surely going to faint dead away into a final orgasm as irritating to the over-used tissues as it was eager, he spread her legs and finally— oh, finally — fucked his big cock into her.
“Yeeee. Fuck me! Fuck me!” she begged.
If she could only die for him once more and be done with it. She felt they’d used up all the pleasure there was left in the world.
In and out, his big cock at last rocked into its ultimate target, bringing her so much satisfaction that she was sure he was boring a hole right up her backbone. Her slippery cunt began to cum almost from his first grunt- thrusts.
“Uh, uh, uh, fucking you, doll.”
“I— there!” she gasped in gratitude.
Her cunt gloved on his cock, squeezing it, and she went dizzy and faint with orgasmic pleasure. She forgot who she was or where she was and gave up spasms of glorious pleasure as she felt a big, tight prick reaming her belly to happiness.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned.
She finished her orgasm run and hung under him in a strange, new erotic place. Her belly was totally used up from all the action, and yet it would not quit. No sooner had she finished than she felt a new thrill building behind the ones that had gone before.
Her eyes widened. She stared up into his face. He stared down into her face with a grimace-grin of ecstatic pleasure. It was like a man’s face frozen in time as a roller coaster zips down its high fall.
He hugged her body and made her take cock and she began to cum again. She had reached that stage that you usually only heard about, a continuous female orgasm, from a cunt, clit and belly so— stimulated that every sex nerve and impulse was released.
“I-can’t-stop!” she cried, fearing for her body and her sanity.
“Give it all up. Die with it,” he ordered.
She shivered in pleasure and squeezed his cock like some dumb machine that turned on every few seconds. Her sensitivity in her cunt and breasts was unbelievable. His cock taught her what it was to be a woman in a way she’d never dreamed possible.
She fell off, sighing gratefully, pleasantly numb, euphoric and glowing, but finished.
His body, sealed to hers, was suddenly still.
“I lived for this,” he said quietly, his face inches from hers. She felt him stiffen in pre-orgasm glazing. Then he gave a lion’s roar.
“Seeding… youuuuuuu!”
The walls shook and the big prick spurted in her cunt. Flash after flash of boiling sperm inundated her belly and he sang in roaring joy, hugging her and exploding gush after gush deep inside her. She couldn’t believe a man had that much spunk in him.
She whined. She felt a new shuddering rush. She lifted under him and went on with her continuous orgasm, throbbing once more, against the mighty, spending prick as it wasted her belly with savoring chunks of delight. He whined and cooed and gasped as his pleasure seemed to make him want to jump out of his skin.
“Take it… all…” he ordered.
She let it happen, no longer caring, letting his spunk run out of her cunt while he spun new juices inside of her. She felt there was nothing left to give but her cunt still throbbed as long as he spent.
It had to end. It ended. She sank into a dazed doze, so worn out she didn’t mind the weight of his body still on top of her. She thought with amused irony as she sank down, “The sonofabitch never kissed me once!” and then she slept.
He moved like a drunken man, staggering up and off the fucked girl. He looked down at the bed. It looked like the morning after a wild honeymoon.
“To think I was once impotent,” he chuckled, reaching for his clothes, his body glowing with good feeling in every pore.
CHAPTER FOUR
Crystal sat in a banquette in the CELEB room of “Eloise’s”, the current star restaurant for discriminating New Yorkers. It was like a booth except that it was a semicircle with a high back, a single leather seat, and barely comfortable for six. Seven people had squeezed into it, at the insistence of Gunnar Strand.
