"NOOOOO, NAAAAAHHH YOU'LL-AWWWWWW GAAAWD!!" Chrystal shook her head profusely backing into the hallway that led to our kitchen and bedrooms. Her body looked incredible in the low light of the corridor as she turned away from me. The sweater still rode high leaving her nude from the underside of her breasts to her smallish feet.
I was on her in an instant, animalistically catching Chrystal while scrambling towards her on all fours. I locked my hands around the back of her thighs pressing my face against her huge left ass cheek. I bit and nibbled at the under cuff of that cheek as she fell forward supporting herself by pressing her palms flat against the wall. Chrystal shuddered fighting to face me as she hooked a leg over my shoulder allowing me direct access to her snatch. I went after her clit like a madman sending her right over the edge as her shrieks echoed across the corridor. I slowly stood taking advantage of her doubled jointed nature as her leg remained hooked over my shoulder, fully impaling the thick blonde. Her shapely leg was trapped between us as I stole another deep, soul kiss from Chrystal. Our bodies fit together in perfect symmetry as I positioned myself to get maximum penetration grabbing her right breast with one hand and a monstrous, juicy ass cheek with the other. This had the effect of trapping Chrystal between my arms as I played her delicious body like a sexual cello. We went at it like this until her weight became a factor necessitating a dip of both knees on my part so that Chrystal could hook the other leg over my shoulder as I stood entering her honeypot from the bottom.
The symbiotic energy between us was incredible as I held her aloft pinned to the wall almost solely by my member. Chrystal locked her arms around my neck allowing me to do the same to her abdomen as her legs locked in the small of my back. Her expansive derriere was supported by my fingers imbedded in her succulent flesh. She slid along my length with her butt wetly smacking into my pelvis at uneven intervals. After five minutes of this, it became apparent that she was using her weight to force me down to the floor. Once I was on my back and her feet planted on either side of my hips, Chrystal squatted over me driving her huge ass down onto me in a piledriving motion. The sound of her butt slamming against me was all I could hear. Chrystal took me from stem to base, planting her dead weight into my crotch. Seems she was as intent on fucking my brains out as I was, perhaps trying to change her fate. Her eyes were shut tightly while she gritted her teeth rolling her hips against me. I drew my legs up getting my knees under her buttocks. I bucked up into her sex with wild abandon changing the equation again.
This had the effect of negating Chrystal's movements, muting her momentum and visibly frustrating her. She dismounted storming into our kitchen upending some errant boxes left behind at the end of the corridor. I found her rummaging through the cabinets over the kitchen sink, inadvertently knocking some bottles of spices and other odds and ends. Her erratic behavior soon made sense as she turned pushing a bottle of olive oil into my hands. I stared at the narrow bottle quizzically for a few seconds as Chrystal pushed roughly past me, half staggering towards the bedroom. She stopped for a second leaning in the doorframe watching me pensively before disappearing inside. It was at that point I realized the innate, almost inhuman stamina I'd been displaying up until this moment. Her mother Carry Anne had supposedly duped Chrystal into allowing her to sleep with me under the pretense of making me better in bed then I'd ever been before. I stood there holding that bottle of olive oil wondering if perhaps it wasn't true. Wondering where I'd end up after Chrystal was gone from my life, after that fateful weekend.
Chrystal was there on our bed waiting with her enormous butt pointed in my direction. Her positioning on the bed with her chest and abdomen riding low to the sheets with her hips raised high, shapely legs splayed apart. Her remaining pieces of clothing rested at the foot of the bed. My ex-girlfriend didn't bother looking back at me knowing what was on display was all that was needed to prompt me into action. Didn't move when the oil was slathered all over her slightly jiggling backside, drizzling down between her ponderous cheeks soiling the sheets below. Finally, Chrystal quietly reached back pulling at her left cheek revealing her backdoor. In this single solitary second, Chrystal McIntyre reminded me wholly of her mother, Carry Anne McIntyre. Self-assured, confident to a fault in regards to her sexual prowess. I was reminded of all the conversations we'd had about being ideally suited to one another physically. It all seemed so prophetic in these seconds as her nails dug into the bedding as I bottomed out. The base of my endowment rested against the supple, pronounced curve of her rear end.
"Please...do it."
My hands covered Chrystal's shoulders from the back while my body draped over her own, digging deep. A guttural whine escaped her lips as I locked my legs in place, taking her from behind as she mutely requested. That bleating cry became loud, distressed sounding cries of pain and pleasure as I recalled not engaging in much anal sex prior to the weekend at her parent's home. I wondered if perhaps it was something else kept hidden away by Chrystal. The view of her massive heart shaped rear was intoxicating to the eye. She was positioned for maximum impact as I pounded and drove my tumescence home with authority. Chrystal pulled and clawed at the bedding drawing the blankets and sheets into a lump along with one of the pillows. My inner thighs had long since tightened up, almost painfully so as the beginnings of another monumental orgasm mounted. She appeared to sense this raising up on all fours pushing back into my forward motion.
"Oh yeah, you're pushing my button, fucking me so fucking hard, making me cum on your thick cock like you always have, motherfucker! Letting my mommy FUCK, YOU was the WORST DECISION I've EVER MADE!! Oh please, keep fucking me like this! OOOOHHHH, IT'S COMING!! Give it to me; cum for me this one LAST time. Just one more time before it's-AAAAWWWWW FUCK!!" Chrystal exploded spraying our sheets and my crotch as she came hard. She flushed crimson going into a screaming fit that triggered me to the ninth degree as I began erupting several molten bursts inside her backdoor before I pulled out completely glazing the junction between her monstrous cheeks. Chrystal clapped her two huge, halves together creating a web-like lattice between her gluteal cleft. We collapsed onto our disheveled bed with Chrystal caring little that she was covered by me. My tortured member was cradled happily in her rear cleft. I was thoroughly trashed, mouth breathing; Chrystal was sobbing into the sheets, her face hidden from view.
"Baby, you okay?"
"Tell me." She mumbled face down in a pillow.
"Huh?" I was still reeling from post coital bliss as my eyes roamed over her prone figure lying among the ruffled blankets and sheets on our bed. I'd only meant to comfort Chrystal. She rolled over staring at my face looking as distressed as she had before we'd fell into bed together.
"I'm better than her."
"Chrystal?"
"I'm better than my mother, right?" Her features were strained and crazed looking. I was thrust back days earlier to the conclusion of a threesome with her mother, Carry Anne. It was then, she'd first asked the question of me. I'd refused to answer out of spite, enraging Chrystal. I'd refused out of anger after finding out she'd known what was going to happen the entire time.
"..." Now, I was refusing to answer because I just didn't want to. She sat up pulling some sheets over her nudity waiting for an answer.
"I'M BETTER THAN HER!!" Chrystal screamed in my face.
I glared back remaining silent, watching as Chrystal ran her fingers through her hair doing a slow burn. Her knuckles went white as she balled up fists striking the bed in a muted tantrum. I could swear that I heard her growling through gritted teeth as she sat on the edge of the bed facing the wall. She got up without a word exiting the room. Moments later the shower was running as I took stock of the situation. She wanted that validation and I wasn't keen on giving it to her at any cost. Maybe the scintillating tryst we'd just experienced was her last ditch effort to get what she wanted from me days earlier. She was dying for that justification and it was my duty as I saw it to keep that from her. Chrystal was used to getting her way even in the best of times, so this had to be excruciating. Part of me wanted to run into that bathroom and tell her what she wanted to hear, but it would invalidate my own humanity. I sat there against the back of the headboard, frozen inactive. She appeared dressed, profile first in my open doorway stomping by for a few seconds followed by the loud slamming of the apartment door. The loud impact of the heavy door hung in the air after she was gone.
"Fuck you Carry Anne." I got up making sure the door was locked, staring out at the darkened streets feeling every bit as lonely as I was physically alone. I thought about the matriarch of the McIntyre family wondering if even now Chrystal was arguing with her about their faux rivalry. I was a jumble of emotion regretting my decision not to give her what she wanted. Her mother Carry Anne never would have asked me that question. I sat on my couch noticing a familiar sight on my coffee table. The large bong had remained from my earlier indiscretions with two other members of Chrystal's family. I wondered what happened while I was sleeping that made Catherine Brennan leave with her screwball granddaughter in tow. I couldn't help but feel like some jumpoff for all of these women. Images of Carry Anne, Chrystal, Courtney and Catherine Brennan flowed through my mind; moreover, their massive derrieres and other attributes. Whatever the case, I didn't feel as if I'd seen the last of these women.
