Doggy style

It seems you’re not the one who will be answering this question. You’re helpless to do anything other than watch as, her every movement a sexual piece of art, Jennifer climbs up on your bed, her ass raised in the air. “Anytime now,” she says, but you can tell there’s only playful amusement in her tone, rather than any genuine rancor.

Turning to her, you take a second to absorb the picture you’re getting of her. Her beautiful light brown skin is covered in sweat, which gleams from the artificial lights in your room. Her butt itself is perfection. Before now, you’ve never really thought too much about people’s butts (aside from Asha Masters in the Junior year locker room, but that wasn’t your fault, no one could resist her ass), but there is something hypnotic about Jennifer’s. It’s soft, large, round, but with enough firmness to make it clear to you she definitely makes sure it’s kept in shape. Or perhaps it’s just naturally like that? Genetics are fickle in that respect, you know.

Enough observing, you decide, and carefully grab your cock, which is so sensitive right now you moan just from the contact, bring it up to the lips of her pussy, and make sure it’s perfectly situated outside her before you begin. Then, once you’re confident you’re not about to smash into the wrong part of her pussy and hurt her, you start to thrust inside.

Blowjobs feel good. You know that now. Sex feels...indescribably different. Maybe not better, you realize, but different. Jennifer’s pussy is moist, so wet that your cock makes sounds sliding in and out of it, but it’s also tight, gripping onto your cock so hard that you feel like it’s trying to **** the cum out of it.

You reach out and grab one handful of asscheek with each hand, unable to stop yourself from squeezing the shit out of them for a second just to feel what they’re like, before you use that handhold to really get to work.

Being the one with the cock is very different, you realize immediately. You were always fairly vanilla as a girl, and none of the positions you regularly frequented required you to do much of anything, just take the cock and enjoy it. This is something else entirely. The flow of the sex is up to you, at least at first. How fast or how slow you thrust is your decision, and you start to get kind of power-mad from it. You enjoy feeling how much she wants your cock back inside her when you pull it back, and you almost want to make her beg for it.

But instead of doing that, Jennifer simply takes control. With an ease than astounds you, she pushes herself back onto your cock, forcing it inside her. You go back to trying to be the active one, but she does stop. Now you’re both thrusting, your timings just a little different, and the result is something new and unique and...

“I...I’m cumming!” you say, unable to hold back any longer. Just as your cock flares and starts bathing the inside of Jennifer’s pussy with your cum, do you realize that maybe you should have pulled out. The orgasm screws up your brain again though, and while Jennifer grabs your phone and gets to work selecting another finished Task, you blearily ask her, “Are...you on birth control?”