CHAPTER 43: CHAPTER 43: CLIMAX

Marie stared at the cock of Gezza, which was long and thick, its veins thumping like war drums, her breath catching, her thighs still wet with her orgasm.

It is big, she said, trembling, but her eyes shone with a hunger deeper than fear.

The bulb at the living room fluttered and fluttered, shadows jerking over her sweaty skin, cardigan completely absent by this point, vest still covering her lines.

The smile of Gezza was sleaze with awe; she is staring like she is starved. "Scared, virgin?" he mocked, as he drew near, cock tickling her thigh, heat scalding.

Her flushed blushed brightened but she did not look away, her nails piercing his hoodie.

"I have been thinking of this since the library", she said, voice low, pervy, hissing into her pocket, jerking a condom packet with a snick of its wrapping. "Bought these for you."

Her smile reappeared, rebellious, presenting it to him. Pervy little minx.

His heart gave a sharp weave, lust clogged his paranoia. She planned this? He cut the wrapper with his teeth, foil-ripping, rolling it on, her eyes following the movement.

"Fuck, you are twisted", he snarled, picking her up, groaning cushions, her skirt clumped in her waist.

She parted her legs, virgin tightness flashing, and her hands ripped his hair, dragging him down. Wanted you to destroy me, she hissed, lips brushing his ear, breath burning.

He pushed in slowly, her walls slipping like a vice, a sharp cry escaped—sensation and delight eating her face.

"Fuck—tight", he groaned, stopped, sweat streaming, bulb flashing in time with her gasps.

Marie tore his back with her nails, ripped his hoodie, pervy hunger boiled inside her.

"Move, perv", she said, losing control of her hips with a cracking voice.

Gezza pounded deeper, couch creaking madly, her virgin blood faint on the condom, passion bursting.

Her screams were filling the room—Yes harder! toes curling, legs around his waist, drawing him too near. His tongue was sucking on her neck, making some marks, her moans were a symphony, perverted, free.

"Always wanted this", she gasped, hands frantically roaming his ass, squeezing, urging. "Fuck me like your book can’t."

He tossed her, bent her across the arm of the couch, skirt up, ass in high gear. Slams, slaps, her screams reaching their high-pitch, her screams, "Gezza," pools of sweat, demons dancing in the shadows.

The fingers of Marie touched her clit rubbing frantically, pace to pace, her pervy advantage to his.

"Cum in me", cried she, raw-throated virgin walls a-throbbing.

Gezza lost his control, his wildness, his tightness sucking him. "Fuck—Marie!" condoms flying him off, her second orgasm shattering in a scream, body twitching, juices dripping on cushions, he shouted.

They fell, breathing hot, bleeding, and her virgin blood and their heat mixing.

She looked round, with soft but mischievous eyes, along his chest. "Knew you would be worth it", she said to herself, pervy smile back, condom snicking, he withdrew.

The smirk of Marie remained, eyes smutty through pants.

Gezza twitched his cock, burning with stamina.

He rolled her to the four sides, couch squeaking, getting another condom in her pocket cache, foil tearing like a razor.

She looked over her shoulder, bottom up, mouth agape. He flicked it on, smooth, tempting her virgin ring—slow thrust, struggle fierce. Fuck," he gruntdoed, moving closer, her walls tightening to a fist.

And she tightened, whimpering, but pushed back, pervy need winning.

He was going painfully, painfully, with her ass bobbing with every push, wet splashing below her pussy. "Want it hard?" he grated, fingers pushed up, fingers tearing into her hot slit, twisting.

She moaned--Hmmm--she took the couch, knuckles white, cloth tearing.

Gezza banged more, her ass trembling, her fingers moving more quickly, her screams mounting. "Yes--deeper!"

He clenched his lips, and the pace grew swiftly, obstructed by the couch, and the warm gushing of her.

Thrusting with deep fingers, in anal rhythm, her body in the arch.

He lay forward, with his chest upon her back, thumping incessantly, mingling sweat with it.

Fuck, I can not hold on without the book, he thought, freaking out in the middle of lust, pounding it.

Marie sucked the cushion dead, muffled scream. He drew out slow, condom slick, tore it off—raw switch, and into her vagina, and walls welcoming.

"Wait--don’t cum in me!" her voice broke, and panicky, yet pervy.

Swallow, promised: swallow, you fool, I said, with my hand on her neck, and her back arched, and my tongue in her mouth.

She shook her head in assent, nodding frantically, wild-eyed. He plunged into her walls, like a flash with a whirling, her grips like a lock, her moans, like choke.

His body was twitching, edge crashing. He withdrew, throwing her about, cock thrust in her mouth.

She took it, rubbing her tongue over the sharp end, swirling it. "Argh--fuck!" grunted he, twitching, load crammed into her mouth--thick, hot.

She choked in an attempt to spit but Gezza held her jaw, she swallowed, her throat was bobbing.

Good girl, he rasped, falling on her, bodies heat-bred, bodies wet and intoxicating the damp air.

He rolled once more, lifting her legs, taunting her ass with fingers, as he forced in her slow, and eased her fifth climax. She clawed his thighs, "More!"

He changed, anal deep, fingering pussy, peak of her screams, body convulsing, although not. "Please!" she begged, pervy tears.

Brutal rhythm has come back, anal slamming, curling fingers, her ass and pussy throbbing.

He spanked, reddening with red, wildly thrust. She sat the edge, "Cumming--once more! wetting sheets with spurts. He slipped a little, then, her sixth wave, crashed.

Last transition--missionary within her, legs nailed, beating deep. Swallow promise, he said, drawing away, rubbing across her face.

She spread her flesh and tongue, pervy greedy. He came, and poured into her again, and she had to swallow, and her eyes would roll.

They entangled, changed positions to side by side, his cock teasing her ass after the climax, his fingers in her pussy, slow aftershocks.

One more, said she, grinding her back, no more pervy stamina than him.

He pressed finger fast and anal, lazy, her seventh climax trembling. He came after, and pulled out, and painted her back, and fell at full length.

Bodies were heaving, wet sweat and musky air. Marie licked her lips, "Virgin no more," smirking weak, pervy satisfaction glowing...