A bouncing fuck

Calvin's dick, unlike Brian's, is rather long. It doesn't seem to be thicker than average, though you've really only got your own and the internet to compare it to. He's probably 8 inches in length, maybe even nine, and the extra length gives him a deceptively skinny appearance.

Sue's hand reaches forward at your command to his dick, only to be swatted away at the last moment. You blink up at him in confusion, your attempt to dissociate yourself from the sexual acts shaken.

"I don't want a fucking blow-job," he smirks. "I wanna fuck your cunt."

"Oh," is all you can think to say, and lay back, spreading your limbs for him. Not so much need to dissociate yourself for this. After all, you don't have a pussy.

"Not like that you stupid cunt," he snaps, making you remember what an asshole he is.

"Well your instructions were a little unclear," you retort, earning a glare. You gulp, deciding that maybe Sue isn't immune to his nastiness after all.

"Stand up. Good. Bounce."

"Bounce?"

"Yeah, you too stupid to understand that? Bounce, bimbo! Jump, hop up and down. Not that much!" he yells as you bounce a foot off the trampoline. You cringe, looking toward your yard and the working locksmith. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to have noticed.

"Look retard, come over here and we'll do it in a way that your tiny little brain can comprehend."

Flushing with humiliation and more than a little anger you make your way over to him in the center of the trampoline.

"Stick it in your cum-chute," he says, and you reluctantly take hold of his prick, finding it so stiff that it's hard to you to pull it away from his stomach. Calvin helps by leaning over, and with you leaning instinctively away from him he manages start pushing his dick up inside him.

The angle of the penetration has his penis stabbing at the back of your pussy but that discomfort is more than made up for by a sweet sensation at the front, like he's pressing on what would've been your dick.

Disassociation, disassociation, you think to yourself, backing away from that analogy and into the viewpoint of you as a gamer controlling a 3d avatar.

"Oh," you find yourself moaning. He smirks down at you.

"Cock hungry slut," he sneers, and in one motion puts the entire thing into you.

Your eyes open wide, both at the feeling of a dick sliding home and the almost thud-like sensation of him hitting and then pushing inward the end of your pussy.

"Wow," you say without thinking, earning another derisive look, but somehow that turns you on. Well, not you, but Sue. Yeah, Sue. "So, now what?"

"Now you bounce. Just a little to start."

You blink up at him and then down at him. You're not sure how this'll work, but you start to bounce just a little. with him stationary and you going up and down you lift up off his prick a little, then slam down.

"Ow!" you say, and stop bouncing.

"For fuck's sake, you stupid whore, keep bouncing!" he growls. Intimidated, you resume bouncing, wincing a little each time you come down, your cervix coming down with a thud each time as your full body-weight meets the end of his penis, driving his body down into the trampoline before you take off again.

**** as you are to go higher he glares you into submission and you jump higher, inch by inch, until you can feel the head of his dick barely staying within. Bounce after bounce you slam into him, wondering when his dick will break or your cervix might pop off into your body. It feels like someone's pounding at the end of your pussy, at the same time each impact crushes your clit against his pubic bone.

God Sue must be a masochist, you think, as you find that having your clit and cervix pulverized with each fall is actually turning you on.

Calvin gives a smirk as he sees the tears come from your eyes, and sneers when he sees you beginning to breath heavier and start moaning. Then he starts his own bouncing.

You're at the crescendo of a leap when Calvin jump up like a kangaroo, not bothering for a small jump. He sheaths himself within you all the way and then some, if the feeling is accurate. Then you both fall together and you get a second impact.

"Jump!" he yells in your face, and while he settles for whatever rebound the trampoline gives him you leap up, grabbed at the take-off point by his hands using your tits to yank you down into yet another smashing impact.

Up and down you go, him telling you when to jump, your cervix and his dickhead bashing together. From his winces and gritted teeth you can't tell it's painful for him too, but somehow he doesn't stop, like he doesn't care if his dick snaps so long as he keeps making it uncomfortable for you.

Your clit, however, doesn't seem to know that pain's involved. In spite of it being crushed at the end of each descent it seems to be having a great time, if the spike of pleasure accompanying each burst of pain is anything to go by. With the rest of his dick rubbing away at your fuck tube like a pumping piston all the friction borders on pain. When Calvin lets his feet drop out from under himself on one descent your eyes go wide just before gravity bears you down an extra three feet.

You crash with blistering speed onto him and into a fiery orgasm that has you screaming hoarsely as you cum, the squirting liquid from his hose only fuelling those flames to greater heights as your battered pussy and his bruised dick merge for the last time.