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I awoke to something warm and wet on my dick.

My eyes fluttered open. The room was still dark. Krissy was kneeling over me, her mouth wrapped lovingly around my cock.

“Morning!” Krissy said. She seemed uncannily happy for someone who was awake well before the sun. I was willing to forgive Krissy a lot of her more annoying character traits, but morning person was going to be a deal breaker.

But then Krissy slurped at my dick again and all was forgiven. Wake up blowjobs more than made up for other, less desirable AM activities.

I felt myself stiffen in Krissy’s mouth. Absently, it occurred to me that my dick was probably still covered in her juices from the night before, but I wasn’t going to remind her of that. Instead, I lay back, let out a long pre-sex stretch, and allowed myself to enjoy.

I knew the night before was going to be a one-time thing. A magical event never to be repeated. Krissy was definitely going to have regrets about the decision and I knew I needed to give her space to work through it. Still, it was nice to know that Krissy was going to be enthusiastic about doing our usual stuff.

“There he is!” Krissy said, gesturing to my now fully erect member. Like she’d done some kind of magic trick.

Without pause, Krissy climbed up, spread her skinny legs over me, and — before I could process what was happening — lowered herself right onto my bare dick. Shhhhllllllurp, into her pussy I went. So much for ‘just one time.’

Not that I was arguing. Krissy’s tight, grasping wetness was as wonderful as what I remembered from the night before. Like slipping right into heaven. If anything, the fact that I was no longer entering virgin territory made it all feel even better. Krissy’s eagerness, both in energy and in the ease with which I entered her, amplified everything.

This wasn’t some tentative try at repeating the evening before, either. I’d thought Krissy would be cautious. Or at least, in her first time on top, unsure. But Krissy didn’t go slow. Maybe she didn’t know what to do, exactly. But her body, her needs, gave her all the instruction she required.

She tried a few different motions, like feeling her way. A long, drawn-out undulation where she ground her clit into my pubic bone. The movement clearly suited her best, but I didn’t find it nearly as stimulating. Lying on top, in a mirror of the missionary from the night before, didn’t work for either of us. Finally, sitting up, bouncing up and down — her tits deliciously matching her motions, that tiny silver cross, jangling apace between her cleavage. That was fantastic for me (both in sight and in feeling) and nice for her, as well. But it wore her out after a while.

In the end, Krissy settled for moving between all three. Getting herself off. Holding me close. Then riding with abandon, pumping my cock. But no matter what position Krissy chose, she spent all of it absorbed in the wonderful pleasures her body could produce. The fantastic reactions she could draw out of me. This girl, who didn’t like me seeing her naked only a few weeks before, now happily letting my eyes feast on every inch of her. That willing exposure of her inner self almost more intimate than the act, itself.

Eventually, Krissy seemed to run out of energy. Our sex degraded, becoming more and more like rutting. Needful and raw. There was no elegance to our movements. This wasn’t a symphony. More of a pounding, percussive drum solo. Off rhythm and wild.

“Uh… Uhn. Ohhhhhh. So guh… Good,” Krissy said, “Oh, Jacob. You feel suh-so good in me.”

I held Krissy’s hips as she humped. Like grasping for dear life. Again, her pussy seemed so intent on sucking my dick right off my body. But it wasn’t my cock it wanted, I knew. The urge to stay in Krissy — to pump her full of my seed — was hard to resist. But, again, we were bare. It would be so bad.

So, when I felt my peak approaching, I told her. “Krissy, I’m getting close.”

“Muh-me too,” Krissy said.

“No, I mean- We need to stop.”

“Just… a little. More,” Krissy gasped. “Need it.”

Krissy bore down. She bit down on her lip. Her pussy, too, seemed to tighten. She went back to that earlier motion — sliding and shimmying back and forth. Her expression deadly serious. Forcing her body forward to her peak.

Before, when we’d done it this way, it hadn’t been so stimulating for me. So, I figured Krissy was hitting two targets with one arrow. Get herself to cum, keep me from doing the same inside her very much not-protected pussy.

But all that humping changed the sensations. Now, with her clasping pussy squeezing around my cock, she set off my every nerve ending. What had been sort maraş escort of odd before was now incredible.

I tried to hold on as Krissy urged herself to orgasm. Her chest and cheeks flushed. Head thrown back. I was out of time. I grabbed Krissy’s hips to shove her off me.

Krissy flopped forwards. Stared straight into my eyes with a hunger that was almost frightening. “Don’t. Stop.” A growl.

Her words should have slowed me down. Reality should’ve stepped in. The consequences clamping down to put an end to things. Instead, all of it conspired to catapult me right to the end. My balls tightened. My cock primed.

“I’m ssssssoooooooo close, Jacob,” Krissy said. She was back to rolling on my dick. “I need it.”

I know what I should have done. I’m aware of what was required. But the little bit of logical thought I had left was no longer in charge. It could only shout, helpless, as my body’s urges overrode everything else.

“Kris… Krissy I’m gonna- I can’t.”

Krissy’s cunt cinched around me. She worked my dick, desperately. Urging. Urgent. Krissy slithered on my cock, panting and grunting. Chanting.

“Don’t stop.” Krissy repeated, “I’m so close. I need to- Need to feel it. Feel him shoot. So deep!”

My body bucked. I strained as hard as I could, holding on for that last blissful second. And then I was gone. Buried deep in Krissy’s twat.

I unloaded.

“OHHHhhhhhhh,” Krissy let out a low groan. She strained; muscles so taut they looked about to snap. “OH! My GOD!”

Krissy froze in place. She started shaking, trembling. Her whole body went pink. Her eyes nothing but the whites. Then she made a noise like nothing I’d ever heard before. A shriek; pitch-rising, primal, from the primordial base of her brain. A baleful cry of pleasure. A blissful howl of woe.

“AAAAHHHHHHHHHooooooooooo!”

I released an army of sperm; a battalion of my seed, all clamoring to batter down Krissy’s undefended cervix. My own body awash in ecstasy as I jetted into Krissy’s pussy. The first blast epically long, almost painful. The second even more. Each gush a plume of pleasure squirting deep past Krissy’s inner defenses and into her waiting womb.

I lost the sense of myself; beyond any orgasm I’d had. It went past the point of what I expected, endured. To a place where I wondered if it would ever end.

“I feel it. Feel it in meeeee,” Krissy gasped. “So warm.”

We collapsed against each other. Clasping and grasping as we both endured this incredible bliss we’d channeled through each other. Riding out the storm. Till both of us were soft and sweaty.

I blinked my eyes open, consciousness slowly seeped back. My dick was, somehow, still dripping into Krissy. My prostate twitching as it tried, desperately, to send more sperm. Like I could never produce enough.

Krissy kissed my face with a warmth I’d never known. Stroked my chest and hair, like calming a spooked animal. I shivered, short of breath. Even shorter of words.

Krissy let out a dopey giggle. “That was amazing,” she said, smiling at me like I was the most wonderful thing in the universe.

*

Krissy was the first to move. Casual as anything, she rolled out of the bed. Her little butt bouncing as she walked to the bathroom. She paused, for a moment, and I saw a glob of my sperm run down her thigh. She seemed lost in thought. Her body stiff. I was sure the reality of what had happened, of what we’d actually done, had finally hit her.

Instead, the beautiful blonde spun around. “Come on,” she said, smiling at me giddily.

I rolled out from the sheets and followed Krissy. I was stupid with everything that had happened. My brain felt gauzy. My body weirdly one second behind. Like I’d synched slightly out of existence.

Krissy turned on the hot water and we both climbed in. We stood under the spray, neither of us saying a word. The facts of everything we’d done floated over us. The air felt heavy with it. My chest tight.

Eventually, Krissy grabbed the soap and started to suds me up. I made sure to get the bar and do the same. God, Krissy’s body was so soft and smooth. Perfect in a way I’d never pictured possible.

As we cleaned each other off, I saw another a glob of my cum slip out of Krissy’s pussy. She noticed this time, and I thought for sure she was about to explode. Instead, she laughed when it happened.

“Oh wow, neat,” Krissy said.

My stomach churned. That slimy flow was a reminder that I’d done something epically stupid. I squeezed my eyes shut, almost in pain. Wished I could pretend myself into an alternate universe where I hadn’t just inseminated my very unprotected girlfriend.

For kahta escort a moment, I had a mental image of thousands of my Jewish sperm — all of them with yarmulkes and peyas — racing towards Krissy’s pink, perfect egg. Crying out with glee as they hurtled into her waiting womb. It was such a funny image that, for a moment, I forgot to be afraid of the reality of it.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I said, “In you. I’m sorry. It was a mistake.”

“Are you kidding?” Krissy said, oddly casual about all of it. “That was the best part. Like, feeling you. Inside. I fucking loved it.”

I was starting to rethink our high school sex education program. I mean, I knew it wasn’t the most comprehensive course (it was taught by the gym teacher and at one point he misspelled the word penis, but I digress). Still, I figured a smart girl like Krissy understood the logistics.

I also knew, for a fact, that Krissy wasn’t on the pill. There was no diaphragm in place. Nothing could possibly explain her nonchalant attitude about all this. What we were discussing was such an elementary concept that I felt stupid even trying to explain why I was so upset.

“It’s fine,” Krissy said, surprisingly dismissively.

“But…” I froze.

“Nothing’s going to happen,” Krissy said, like I was the silliest person on Earth. “I’ve got it. Don’t worry.”

What was I going to do now, argue that Krissy actually should be miserable? No, the real problem was that I wanted her to be right. Getting her permission, her absolution, didn’t change anything. But I wished for it so badly.

After a year where every treasure I’d owned had turned to ash in my hands, I’d finally found something that stayed solid. I’d had sex with Krissy Thompson. I’d taken her virginity and she’d loved it. I wanted this to be a happy moment. A celebration. Pretending there were no consequences was a lot easier than accepting them. So, I let Krissy win.

I ran my fingers over Krissy’s warm, slippery body. She shuddered under my touch. Her bright blue eyes eager, yet anxious. That wonderful mix of anticipation that twists your stomach and sparks your heart. She sensed it before I did. That moment where everything overwhelmed my mind and my body, my emotions, took over.

I surged forward, shoving the blonde woman, hard, against the tile wall. The dull hollow thud of contact mixing with Krissy’s sharp gasp. I shoved my hands under her ass, lifting her upwards. Putting her pussy into position.

Krissy shrieked in surprise, then let out a nervous laugh. I steered my hardness into her center. We both groaned as we connected once again.

“This is fun,” Krissy said. I couldn’t tell if she actually meant it, or if she was just convincing herself.

I didn’t care. I gripped Krissy’s little ass too tight. Thrust into her far too hard. Krissy mouthed my shoulder, then bit down. Wrapped her arms around my neck. Cinched her skinny legs around my center.

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

I fucked Krissy as hard as I could. Plowing her furrow deep. She wailed and sobbed as I took her. Body trembling. Face bright red. Blue eyes wide with wonder. Hanging onto me like a tree on the shore of a flooding river. Just hoping to survive the crashing waves.

The night before, I’d acted with caution. Like my ice princess might shatter at any second. That morning, I’d let Krissy take control. Now, though, with the heat of everything that had happened, I let my fires go full bore — burning her with every bit I could muster. My desire insatiable, unleashed.

It was selfish, in a way that I probably shouldn’t have been. But I can say for sure that Krissy enjoyed it, because she made that oh so clear.

“God, that feels so good,” Krissy said, “Harder. Fuck. Pump me full.”

I know Krissy came because she told me. Shouted it.

“Oh! CUMMING!”

And I know she wanted more because she said so.

“Keep. Yes. Oh! Keepfuckingme.”

And when my end finally, finally arrived, I knew to cum inside her because she begged for it.

“Cuh-cum! Please… GOD. Don’t you dare stop. Give it to me. Put it all in meeeeee!”

There was no pause this time. No moment where I wondered at what I was about to do. I let my orgasm rip through me with the force of a speeding train. I roared as the ecstasy exploded out of me. Slammed home.

“fffffFUCK I feel it!” Krissy cried out. “So deep!”

Both of us stiffened against the wall. Shower water ran lukewarm against my back. I tried to move and found my fingers, my arms, were stiff. Almost frozen. Finally, I loosed. The both of us puddled on the shower floor. Krissy splayed out like I’d shot her. Her pussy, kaman escort her whole groin, red with the rough treatment it had taken.

“Wuh-wow,” Krissy said. She started to laugh. A silly, trifling thing as deep and intense as any orgasm I’d seen her have. She held me tight, stroking my hair. “Just wow.”

“You’re amazing, you know that?”

Krissy smiled back at me, beatific. I lay there, panting, in her arms. Each breath coming ragged as reality sank back into me. I’d thought I’d feel better. Committing to this. Instead, the post-orgasm guilt washed over me, anew. Mixed with the shame of having taken Krissy in such an aggressive way. Like taking advantage.

The first time had been an accident, forgivable. But in the shower, I’d made a conscious choice to inseminate my unprotected girlfriend. I had no one to blame but my own selfish self.

In fact, the idea of the danger, the risks I was exposing Krissy to, had only encouraged me all the more.

*

We stumbled out of the shower, and slowly got dressed. Again, we didn’t say a word to each other. We just shared stupid smiles and silly giggles as we packed up our things and checked out of the hotel. I swear, even my mighty Saturn seemed to be smirking at us as we loaded our bags into the trunk.

The two of us were this odd dichotomy. I felt the exhaustion weigh on me with every breath. Like I’d been in a fight. Meanwhile, Krissy was so bouncy, it was like vacationing with a Mario brother. We could have bought t-shirts saying, ‘I got fucked down the shore’ and it would have been less obvious.

We more fell into the car than climbed into it. Early morning, the shore town was sleepy. I drove down sandy, sunburned streets. Then I got on the Parkway headed north, tucking the little ticket that listed out all the tolls under the sunshade panel.

I glanced over at Krissy, nervously. The hotel room already felt like something out of a dream. Yet, what we’d done that morning still seemed to surround us — equally amazing and terrifying.

“I’m sorry,” I said, still dopey from the strange, cloudy satiation of endorphin withdrawal. “What we did. I ruined everything.”

Krissy leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“Don’t you dare,” Krissy said, mock threatening. That naughty smirk filled her face. “I loved every second of it. I can’t wait to do it again. A lot.”

Then she snuggled up in her seat, curled up like a kitty, and fell asleep. Poor girl, finally all fucked out.

I left the radio off so Krissy could have quiet. Instead, I stared forward in silence, watching the miles go by. Intrusive thoughts bouncing around my brain like rubber balls.

It’s a weird sensation — to be on a straight road but feeling directionless. Lost in exultant guilt and terrifying contentment. My perfect, blonde girlfriend snored, I realized — a little rumbling noise that only Krissy could make adorable.

The sun was settling in for the day as I pulled into the Blockbuster parking lot, some ninety minutes later. The morning light felt tentative, like it wasn’t sure it was ready to get started.

Abby — Krissy’s awkward, ginger friend from camp — was standing on the macadam. She leaned back against the side of her beat up, white Dodge Neon, squinting at us as we pulled up. Her bony arms folded under her impossibly massive rack. She had a broad grin on her face, like she was holding back a laugh.

Krissy felt the engine switch off and slowly awoke. She unfolded herself, then stretched. It lifted up her shirt, exposing her cute little tummy. My girlfriend gave me a strange look, like she was surprised to see me still sitting there.

“This weekend was fun,” she said, genuine. “Special. Thank you for everything.”

Krissy kissed my cheek, then opened the door. There was an awkward moment of her waiting for the automatic seatbelt to let her up. Then she got out of the car.

Abby took one look at the two of us and finally broke. Giggles spilled out uncontrollably, like water bursting through a dam. She covered her face with her hands. Her cheeks were as red as her hair.

“Let it go, Abby,” Krissy said, limping past her friend.

Abby couldn’t stop. If anything, that remonstration only made it worse. Krissy, for her part, just opened the door of Abby’s car and climbed in.

“Let’s go Abby!” Krissy shouted.

Finally, the cute redhead got the message. She gulped and straightened. She must have noticed me watching because she turned and gave me an awkward wave before getting into her Neon and starting the engine.

I watched as the two of them drove off. I didn’t need to be at work yet. All I could think about was climbing into my soft, warm bed and letting sleep take hold of me.

Still, it took me a while to start my car. I sat in the empty parking lot, shading my eyes and staring off. Something about that morning, specifically, felt like we’d reached an end point.

It was only the beginning.

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