Volcano

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Vulkan

That night, the bartender seems distracted, mixing ingredients and serving a Gimlet instead of a Gibson. Realizing his mistake, he leans over the bar with lazy eyelids, rolled-up sleeves, and half-open shirt revealing his dark-haired chest and begins to tell his most loyal customer and best friend about an encounter he can’t get out of his mind.

“This woman, I don’t know what it is,” he says, “She shows up here every once in a while, sits down at that table back there, orders a Gimlet, waits until I close the bar so we can go to my place. You know I live right around the corner. Once we get to my place, we pounce on each other. She usually gets down on her knees before we even reach the living room and unzips my pants to guide my cock into her mouth. And let me tell you, those lips are as sensual and voluptuous as her sex itself. Her hair is fiery red, wild like a lioness’s. I sink my fingers into her curly strands and play around with them as she takes in my cock completely. She does this with elegance and care as if I were offering her the most precious gift of all. Sometimes she only plays with the tip of her tongue, looking deep into my eyes. I swear that her gaze harbors the longing of an abandoned woman. There is something defenseless and independent simultaneously, somehow submissive and yet unapproachable. And that’s the moment when I can’t take it any longer. I pull her off the floor, turn her around, bend her over my couch or armchair, sometimes over the kitchen table, and lift her skirt. She never wears panties; it’s so incredibly arousing. The hair around her sex is as fiery red as the hair on her head, and her labia are always wet and puffy.

As soon as I sink my cock into her vagina, it’s pure perfection. As if we were made for each other. I have never felt anything like this before. Her walls enclose me just like her mouth. You’d think I’d be the one thrusting into her, but she devours me completely. And that view. I do it mostly with deliberation, to let my cock slide in and out of her at full length as she guides her hands back and pulls her butt cheeks further apart. Each time she bends like crazy to catch a glimpse, which of course, is impossible in this position. I remember that defiant look on her face, her cheek resting on the pillow, and her sweaty strands blazing their own trail to surrender with each jolt. Then I thrust harder and deeper into her because I can’t help but possess her, if only for that brief instant.

My gaze switches to her spread buttocks, clenched fingers, and receptive sex. I tell her how incredibly beautiful it looks. Her labia and red hair are on fire, and I don’t mean that metaphorically. Her insides heat up, and I recognize every throbbing vein through her thin, swollen skin. Even my cock is glowing, and every time I pull it out of her again, it immediately pulls forward, as if it had taken on a life of its own and had to reunite with this burning divinity immediately.

When she moans, the whole room vibrates. You would think by her appearance that she would have an ordinary voice, a voice that is barely perceptible as she sits in my bar quietly sipping her drink in a corner. But no, it is deep and powerful, somehow vulgar and somewhat alienating because it’s not pure. Comparable to the sounds you only perceive underwater. Dull and alien-like. It drives me crazy. Sometimes she tries to talk to me between thrusts. I then bend over her, my cock up to the hilt in her vagina. I pull the wet strands out from between her quivering lips while she rolls her eyes back, repeatedly mumbles, and pleads that she wants to see it too. How unfair it would be that only I should be granted this. So I offer to make a video for her. At that moment, her whole face lights up, her mouth becomes soft and friendly, and her eyes look at me full of gratitude.

I pull away from her moist shelter to get my phone as she gets down on all fours. Like a cat waiting joyfully for her meal, she pulls her skirt over her waist and gently swings her bottom back and forth. With the phone in my hand, I stand behind her and now have to get on my knees as well so that we are even. She decides to bend her elbows to give me the best possible view while I start the shot. Slowly I guide my cock, which doesn’t want to come to rest, between her buttocks and push it up and down thoughtfully. I do not penetrate her yet. The sight on the screen is too beautiful; it almost feels like an encapsulation, as if I were only the spectator, not the one performing it. But I feel it, oh yes, and how. She spreads her thighs wider so I can slip my cock up and down between her labia while it sometimes slides up to her anus. She moans again, this time even louder and more unrestrained, pushing her upper body forward so that her sex and butt are in focus. In close-up, I press the tip of my glans into her juicy vagina and slowly enter. Several times I pull my cock in and out to its full length, reveling in the burning sensation of her devouring inner walls. The smacking sound gets my blood pumping, and the camera sends me into euphoria. I repeatedly thrust into her receptive vagina as I circle her anus with my thumb before sinking it.

She stretches her butt further towards me as if this is exactly what she has been waiting for all along. With her piercing voice, she commands me to keep going, that she wants to see me fuck her and play with my fingers on her anus. My cock is as hard as a spear; it has never yielded. And her vagina is so demanding that it slides in and out of her as easily as pie while I push one finger after another into her butt, and the camera perspective intensifies my view. Suddenly I feel not only her sex start to bubble but also her whole body. With the interplay of my fingers and the constant thrusts of my cock, something enormous builds up inside her. Like a volcano about to erupt, her posture, rhythm, and skin color change. I’ve never seen anything like this before, let alone recorded it. With one more thrust, my cock gets caught in her vagina and can’t get out. My middle finger, up to the hilt in her anus, is also trapped. She arches her back, turning her head in circles until slamming it back wildly, her hair whipping across her spine and causing welts on her tender skin.

At that moment, I’m exhausted, holding the phone in my shaky hands and trying to concentrate on what’s important: to record everything accurately on the one hand and to be released again on the other. As if my cock is receiving the best blowjob of its life, she milks it with her vagina and powerful inner walls while her anus circulates around my finger like a juicy tongue. So I surrender to my fate and wait for her climax and my release. Drenched in sweat, I stare at the screen and spot tiny sparks spreading around her sex and my trapped cock like a spider web, shooting increasingly violent pulses through both our bodies. Whew.”

The bartender is clearly agitated, hastily drying the beads of sweat from his face and chest with a dish towel, while his friend sits with his arms crossed, an expression both untrustworthy and impatient to hear the story through to the end.

“What came next, you won’t believe. We experienced our first orgasm together. Synchronously absolutely overwhelming. A firework of emotions. With a pop, she released my finger and cock, and my seed spread over her exposed butt while her steaming ejaculate flowed down her inner thighs. She didn’t stay the night. She never does. We lay next to each other for a while, completely worn out, and I had to process what I saw. I fell asleep, and when I woke up, she was gone. I grabbed my phone to once again convince myself that this orgasmic eruption had happened and wasn’t just from my imagination. The video was gone, she was gone and hasn’t returned since. All I can think about is what we experienced; I can’t sleep anymore or think straight, dammit. But this morning, on the carpet where we last fucked, I found the button of her skirt. A pearly button like that of a seashell. That assured me that this woman was above-ground. Not from this world, you understand. Maybe she took the video and added it to her personal collection. Why did she want to see it so badly if she then disappeared? Anyway, to rack your brains is pointless! … Hey, you want another Gimlet?”