Chapter 16 Illicit Obsession

• I pull my fingers out of Chrissy’s pussy, leaving it squelching juices in frustration. Now she knows how I feel. I roughly grab her milky thighs and push them unceremoniously back towards her, folding her like a lawn chair. Fortunately, the teenage girl is limber and doesn’t put up a fight. Her pussy is now squeezed together between her thighs, forming a straight, dripping line in the middle of her swollen lips. Into this line I force my painfully throbbing, rock hard shaft, sliding it so deep into her that my balls press hard against her ass. These balls are about to empty themselves into her. She wants it? She’ll get it.
• Pressing her thighs further down so her knees are almost on either side of her covered head, I fuck her hard and deep. Due to the position I’ve put her in, I can feel the head of my cock repeatedly rubbing along her G-spot. She’s gasping loudly, about to come, and her wide-open mouth is drawing the material of the bedsheet inwards over her pouting lips. I’m tempted to lower my mouth onto hers and kiss her through the sheet, but hold back. After all, Chrissy is starting to come hard, and I’m about to blow my load as well.
• “Oh, fuck,” I grunt, feeling her pussy squeeze my cock like an angry fist as she climaxes, her pussy shivering and clamping on my hard rod. My balls start to contract hard against her ass, and I ram her swollen slit as my vision momentarily clouds over. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan through clenched teeth. “Fuck!” Hot jism bursts from my cock, and I’m only vaguely aware of Chrissy trying hard to repress her own sighing and moaning as she climaxes too, the violent spasms of her pussy milking my pole.