Pooling Resources 5 (Patreon)

“God, you’re fun to kiss,” Christina gasped, easing away from him a little so they both could breathe.

She pulled at Kirk’s legs, stretching him out on the sofa. Then her body covered his completely. She ground her sex against the strong bulge of his erection. Her breasts pillowed against his chest.

“Grab my ass,” she breathed. “Show me how much you love it.”

Kirk reached around her writhing body and cupped the thick, sumptuous fullness of her ass. It felt like he was holding his hands up to a fireplace, she felt so hot and so supple.

Christina kissed him again, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Kirk thought of how different it was to hold her big, curvaceous body than it was to hold Salma’s slender, still voluptuous one. But it was just as exciting.

“I want you, Kirk,” Christina whispered as she stopped kissing him to lick inside his ear instead. She teethed his earlobe, rolling her lightly clothed body against Kirk’s like she was a girl his own age, necking with him in the backseat of a car. “You’re making me feel like a high school girl again—and you’re just the kind of boy I would’ve fucked back then. Only I wasn’t lucky enough to go to school with someone as well-hung as you…”

Kirk lay back and let her tug his clothes away, lifting and rotating his body to let her get him naked as quickly as she wanted.

“Oh yes!” Christina blurted out, seeing that the bulge his cock made in his pants was, if anything, an understatement when it came to just how thick and long his erection was now that she’d gotten him disrobed. “It’s so big… no wonder she…” Her voice trailed off as she stopped herself from letting on how she knew she wasn’t the first woman to have seduced Kirk. “You have to fuck me with all of that, stud. Just keep giving it to me and giving it to me until I’m full of your cum. You have plenty of cum for me, don’t you Kirk?”

“Never had any complaints,” Kirk said confidently. Fortunately enough, he’d played a little game with Salma that morning, refusing to come for her until she degraded herself to his liking.

Of course, she’d liked the degradation too. Almost as much as his cum, when he finally gave it to her. But only one serving. Kirk felt plenty more roiling in his balls, ready to make Christina’s insides as white as her creamy exterior.

Christina’s small hand wrapped around Kirk’s girthy prick. She ran her fingers up and down it, watching his purple knob swell with each stroke.  She knew what to do with a big cock like this. Her moist lips opened, embraced the burgeoning cockhead, and closed around its throbbing heft.

“Shit, Mrs. Hendricks… Jesus Christ!” Kirk gasped, hunching up to deliver himself to the wet heat surrounding the tip of his erection.

“Mmmmm!” Christina purred happily, reaching under his body to grope his ass, pulling his cock deeper into her ravenous mouth and making sure he couldn’t take it away. Her long nails dug into his buttocks as she devoured more and more of his stiffening prick.

Kirk watched mesmerized as Christina’s head bobbed up and down, thick coils of her coppery hair falling over his groin. She wore it in buns and updos so often that he’d never realized how long it was.

“Wow, your hair’s so beautiful,” he moaned, forcing his clenched teeth open against the agonizing pleasure she made for him with each pump to the bottom of his endowment.

Christina smiled around his cock. It was good to feel appreciated. But what really complimented her was the rushing drumbeat in his prick. There was no pretending with that—he loved what she was doing to him. And she would give him a chance to make her love what he did.

She slowly slurped her way off his phallus, waiting a mix of drool and precum fall from her parted lips before she spoke. “Do you want a look at my body now, Kirk? Do you want to see my tits, my ass—where you’d going to put that fat cock?”

As much as Kirk had loved her blowjob and wanted to feel more of her mouth wrapped around his cock, he had to nod. “Yes, Mrs. Hendricks. I want that.”

“Miss Hendricks,” Christina corrected him, standing up over him and undressing slowly. Going a little slower every time his erection pulsed and gained even more stiffness.

She lifted her top up over her generous breasts, relishing how the fabric clung to their ample hefts… slowly coming away, but pulling her tits upward with their passage, then finally releasing them to jiggle into their unadorned lay. She paused once the top was over her head, letting Kirk take in the spectacle of her quivering breasts.

Then, smiling, she reached down to ease off her bottoms. Turning as she did, so that Kirk could watch as her ass emerged from her lowering skirt and panties.  She pushed them down slowly until every stitch she’d once worn was on the floor. Then she stepped out of her clothes, facing Kirk, her pussy and breasts his to consume.

“Touch my pussy,” she cooed, standing with her thighs apart to show Kirk the pink split in her well-manicured bush, like the creamy center of an already delicious candy.

Kirk reached out his hand, but reluctantly, nervously. Christina took it and held it against her aroused wetness.

“Feel me, Kirk!” When she spoke, it was clear her control was slipping—hunger and need taking the place of seductiveness.

Kirk’s middle finger slipped inside her horny sex. Christina moaned and flexed her knees, pushing herself onto his finger, jolting it into motion.

“Yes, fuck me,” Christina sighed, feeling his finger stroke the oh-so-tender folds within her, exciting her to a new plateau. If just his finger could feel that good inside her, then the wait to feel his cock in her was all the more unbearable. “Enough of that, Kirk. My tits now… I know you love my tits…”

She mounted his body, resisting the urge to fuck his cock to her slit and then inside of her. Instead, she straddled it, pinning it to his belly and feeling its thrumming arousal spreading deep into her sex.

She would wait just a little bit longer… Salma had probably dropped to her knees and sucked him off the moment she’d gotten him alone… so Christina would make him wait for it. And when he finally got it, he would treasure it like he never could with the slut next door.

“Show me how much you want them, then I’ll let you have my cunt, let you fuck me… let you do whatever you want… yess… that’s so nice…”

She dangled her proud breasts over Kirk’s face and he showed her exactly how much he wanted them, sucking them wetly, biting at the nipples, suffusing Christina’s body with a pleasure that heated her already burning body.

Christina reached behind herself, lightly scraping her fingernails along Kirk’s bloated balls. She touched the very base of his cock where it tailed between her twitching buttocks, and was made even more aware of how nicely it would fill her. The throbbing bluntness she felt between her thighs suddenly seemed pinpoint precise, an instrument perfectly suited to directly tend her passion.

She pulled back, taking her breasts away from Kirk’s mouth before it could become anymore ravenous.

“Yes! Yes! It’s good and hard for me, baby!” she squealed, bearing down with her weight, parting her cunt on Kirk’s pinned manhood and rubbing herself against its impressive girth until she was at its tip. “Get it in my pussy! Stuff me full of it!”

Actually growling, Kirk reached down with both hands. Forcing Christina up away from his member, then using his other hand to direct it to her passage.

Christina seized his wrists. With his prick held still, she lowered herself on it. Slowly. Prolonging the thrill of having him inside her hot snatch for the first time by only fitfully allowing him to stretch her tight walls.

“Oh, that’s so much! It’s all going to be inside me! I won’t let you hold back a single inch—want it all!”

She leaned over Kirk, supporting herself on the armrest while shoving her breasts down into Krik’s face again. He eagerly mouthed them, but overcome with lust for her, his control slipped. He thrust up inside of Christina, his thick cock frictioning against the side of her entrance, the underside of her clit.

Christina’s eyes crossed. Overcome by the sudden shock of pleasure, she came—her orgasm small and fast, but no less hard than she’d been hoping for.

“NNHH! YESSS! I love being fucked so much!”