Chrystal was a chestnut beauty, rough-talking but literate, far enough along the wild side there was a potential for danger, to others as to herself. I was always drawn to that artistic absolute, which rides the sharp-tooth river, as a protector and a friend who would travel a ways and share a plate.
Chrystal had the eyes of a fawn, and something of its fragility. She was fond of guns. She liked to shoot. She had a .357, a 30.06, and a sixteen gage, and she liked to shoot them all.
She was hot. The light from her eyes rendered capable men her helpless slaves, following her around like a litter of devoted puppies.
She could cuss like a sailor. Fuck was her favorite word in the English language, and she was fond of using it.
I had to follow her, there was no choice in the matter. She led me into the dark, where we acted out our passions. Her body so ripe and sensual. She was a hellcat with a hunger for cock. She embraced me with her hands, her mouth, and her cunt.
I tasted her pussy and found it a tonic for the gods. Fucking her was an ecstatic rite of embracing the feminine.
We came like lost wolves, howling in the night. Chrystal was riding on top, shouting, "I'm gonna fuck you, you fucker."
After I came she slid up my chest and held my head while rubbing her pussy in my face.
"You made the mess, you clean it up."
I ate her pussy, the ripe rich fruit of passion. She moaned as I gave her a thorough tongue bath.
Her doorbell rang. "That is my roommate Angela, and her boyfriend Brad; they're cool."
She went to the door to let them in, pulling a robe on, but leaving it open. I quickly threw on my pants and followed her into the living room.
Angela was a flawless blonde, with skin like creamery butter. She was taller than Chrystal and had somewhat larger breasts. She smiled at her roommate and me standing in front of the couch.
Brad followed her in. He was big, bald and black. It was clear he knew Chrystal well.
Chrystal made introductions.
"Maybe I should have called," Angela said.
"No, we're ready for a little party."
"Then we got whatchu need to party with." Brad smiled brightly at us both.
I wasn't quite sure what was happening. Chrystal made no great effort to keep covered. And while Brad enjoyed the view, both he and Angela were comfortable with it.
"Break it out."
In the living room, aside from the TV, there was a couch with an end table, and a chair. Chrystal ushered me and Brad to the couch, where she sat between us. Angela sat in the easy chair. "It's some good shit."
Brad pulled a joint out of his pocket. "A few hits of this will put you in a real happy place."
He lit the joint and passed it to Chrystal. Chrystal toked and passed it along to me. It was some skunky weed. The joint made it around the room three times and we were all wasted.
"Like I said," Angela repeated, "sorry we interrupted."
"Who said you interrupted?"
Chrystal turned to me. "You don't mind if they join us, do you?"
Angela looked inviting, sitting across from me. Brad chuckled.
"Not at all."
Chrystal began stroking the inside of Brad's thigh with one hand, the inside of my thigh with the other. Our cocks quickly grew hard under her skillful ministrations.
Angela stripped while we watched. She had her eyes on Chrystal. Once she was naked she leaned over Chrystal and kissed her. She pushed Chrystal's robe open and hugged their naked bodies together.
They stuck their tongues out and tongued each other. By impulse I leaned in from the side to share the kiss. Brad leaned in from the other side. The girls parted and left us rubbing tongues.
We parted, both of us laughing. The girls smiled at each other and laughed at us. Angela stroked Chrystal's body.
My cock was hard and confined; I pulled it out. Chrystal had her hands busy with Angela. Those girls were into each other, and it was a pleasure to see.
Brad and I stroked our cocks while we watched the girls making out. Angela slid her hand between Chrystal's legs. I got up as Chrystal parted her legs.
I wanted to get my pants off. As I pulled them off, I slipped and landed on Brad. He handled my cock as he helped me stand.
As I stood, he sat up.