I was staying at my friend Raymond’s house for the weekend and was calmly reading the morning paper over my bowl of cereal when Raymond’s sister, Crystal, sauntered in.

At the time she was a self-styled psychic studying cosmetology at the local junior college, where it was rumored she had slept with every single member of the staff. She can seduce just about any man with her large brown eyes, a luscious treat for any starving male. I had been fantasizing about fucking her for weeks. Raymond found my interest extremely amusing, and encouraged me to make a play for her. And no time was better than the present.

Crystal gave me a coquettish smile as she bent over to fix the strap on her pumps. Her long, wavy black hair fell to one side, caressing the contours of her most curvaceous body. Her loose silk top billowed outward when she moved, and her beautiful breasts, round and ripe as coconuts, nudged against the slick fabric. She gave a little shimmy that made her tits bounce, and all I wanted to do was suckle on those globes.

Crystal knew I was watching her every move, so when she finished fiddling with the strap on her shoe, she decided to slide a hand up her nylons ever so slowly until her elegant fingers reached the garter belt. She snapped the elastic strip theatrically before lowering her leather miniskirt.

I took a few deep breaths and tried to read the paper. After all, I didn’t want to appear too easy. Unfortunately, I spied a Victoria’s Secret ad and I imagined Crystal in one of those lacy see-through bras that always make my groin ache. That did it. All signs pointed to fucking that day.

As I put down the paper, Crystal gave me a slow, sensual smile, and slid her tongue along her lips. Then she eased her hand between her breasts, over her stomach, and straight to her pussy, where she began moving her fingers back and forth. With that same smile she turned toward the refrigerator and opened the door, bending over as if reaching for something. Her round ripe ass stared me right in the face, and I realized she was going pantyless that day. As she reached into the fridge, I could see her pussy.

I could wait no longer. Feeling myself harden, I knew that soon I would be ready to rock her world. With a deep breath to steady myself, I went over to her and slid a hand between her legs. She was already wet and ready for me. I rubbed my hand back and forth over her twat, making her moan at every pass. When I shoved two fingers into her pussy she moaned even louder, and pushed herself against my hand.

I unzipped my jeans with one hand and cupped her breasts with the other. Her nipples stood out hard, like my cock. When I had my machinery at the ready, I asked, “Is this what you were hoping for?” I didn’t wait for an answer. Instead I thrust into her warm, slick depths. She took in all eight inches of me, whimpering with pleasure as I filled her completely.

“That’s exactly what I wanted,” she purred. She went from warm to hot, guiding me, begging me, to move faster, screaming for me to thrust harder and fill her to the max. To steady herself, she gripped the sides of the refrigerator.

As her pleasure mounted, so did mine. Moaning, she pleaded with me to release her from this pressure. I felt the need to oblige, but restrained myself, controlling my own need, holding off until the point of greatest passion. As the waves of her orgasm washed over me, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I blew a load like a small tornado inside of her. She screamed before giving a final moan. I thrust inside her a few more times for good measure, and waited a moment to catch my breath. Then I stepped away and zipped up my jeans. Crystal slowly stood up, her breath still coming in little pants.

I had just sat back down to choke down the soggy cereal in my breakfast bowl (screwing always makes me hungry) when I heard the click of Crystal’s heels on the tile. I felt a need to look up. She gave me another smile, which started me breathing hard again. I could feel that familiar tightening in my groin and her dark eyes followed my hand as it strayed to my cock.

"Want to bet I can make you come again?" she asked. I said nothing — I didn’t trust myself to speak as she straddled me.