08. Pearl has a Crush, Part 2 of 2 - Sex Stories

08. Pearl has a Crush, Part 2 of 2

... more, oh fuck, no more, that’s it...” My powerless punk-doll slid back into the water and floated in my arms, kissing them and slinking her back sinuously against my front. “Oh God” She shivered once more. “I didn’t know I could cum so much... thank you…” She turned her head up to me and I kissed her and ground my dick between her soft buttocks. She squirmed against it, then with watery weightless grace bobbed up, tipped her hips until the bursting head of my cock was nestled in her folds. With a deep sigh from both of us, she sank over me. I needed to fuck like no man ever had before. I slid her up and down on my cock, enjoying her noises and the warm engulfment. But we needed it harder. Gripping the pool side and bracing ourselves I thrust up into her and built up a good head of rumpy steam ramming in and out as her buttocks pushed back against me. Pearl came again and I figured I would be next, as the sinuous shapes her body made in the throes of her climax unlocked me inside. One last brain cell flashed some sense. Hang on, was this safe? Baby safe? “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I muttered into Pearl’s neck. She pushed back against me faster, just bleating, “Yes, yes, do it, cum in my cunt, please, cum!” I kissed her and eased off a little. “I don’t have a condom on…” Pearl was on another planet, she ground her hips back at me and bucked on my cock, “Oh Fuck that! Just fuck me. I want to feel you spurt in me…” That was it. I swore and pulled her off me. She growled. “No! ...

... Bastard!” and tried to get back on. But I still needed to cum, and badly. My cock slick from her hole and the pool water I pushed it experimentally at her anus. She gasped, but didn’t stop me so I pushed harder and she went limp, crying out as I slid the whole length deep into her ass. She made no sound but for burst whimpers as I fucked her asshole against the poolside. I couldn’t know if she was enjoying the tight fuck as much as me, but she soon relaxed. Soon she pushed back at me with all the rigour of our fucking. I could even feel the knuckles of her two fingers in her vagina, rubbing briskly against my thrusts like a pace-setter. This time we came together, wildly rigid like someone had dropped a power line into the pool. We grunted and quivered and twitched. Eventually the tremmors subsided into spasms and then into long satisfied sighs. I pulled out of her and we hugged as escaped cum swirled in the water around us. With the sun on our shoulders, the birds singing and the water lapping at our bodies we ground out the last of our orgasms; writhing together like eels and sniggering like naughty school kids. I tried not to think about how little respect I had shown Pearl. And how much I didn’t care. Is that the real reason why they say never do your stalker? Because when someone idolises you that much, you could literally do anything to them. Much to Sara’s chagrin, Pearl and I got together for a while after this. I grew to love the uneasy feeling she gave me and the sex was ...