Doggy

Jenna gets up on her hands and knees and gives me a smoldering look over her shoulder. “You like that tight fucking ass, baby? I know you do—you’ve been talking about it since the first time you laid eyes on me.”

“Do I ever, sexy,” I groan. “I told you it must make your man want to fuck you on the spot every time you bend over.”

Her eyes flash fire. Clearly that was exactly the line she was fishing for. “Then come and take me,” she says, almost growling, her voice thick with lust. “Take me from behind with that big fucking pussyhammer and pound me into oblivion. Fuck me so hard I see stars.”

That’s not an invitation to pass up. I get up on my knees between her calves and line up my cock. I reach forward to take a big handful of her hair, twining my fingers through her fiery waves as close to her scalp as I can, then yank hard as I slam my hips forward even harder. “Andrew!” Jenna shrieks as a small orgasm rattles her windows. “Fuck!” I pause for a moment to savor the feeling of my cock buried to the balls in her glove-tight cunt—even deeper than last time. (I’ve been reading up a bit on female anatomy recently, and I think I’ve just hit Jenna’s posterior fornix. It’s supposed to be another erogenous zone; it certainly seems to have affected her that way.)

“Fuck, that’s good!” Jenna gasps. “So fucking deep—you’re fucking huge, that’s so fucking deep . . . Never had my hair pulled—surprised me—so deep—fucking take me! You’re so deep—deeper than that bastard ever was—fuck him right out of me!”

I’m not sure how much sense that makes, but her command is my wish . . . I pull out slowly, leaving her whimpering and begging for my cock, then slam it home again, even harder than the last time. Once again, I bottom out, feeling her womb stretch to hold my length. This time, I don’t slow down. I pound Jenna hard and fast, holding tight to her hair to anchor and balance me. I feel her cum and keep jackhammering her right through it as she shrieks and calls my name. When that climax passes, I ask her, “You like this, sexy? You like being fucked by a real man? You like having a real man fuck you like a little slut? You like feeling like a little slut with your slutty little pussy being stretched nine ways from Sunday by a big, thick cock?”

“Fucking—love—it,” Jenna moans, in time to the hammer blows of my prick. “So—fucking—good . . . Made—me—cum—so—fucking—hard . . . Fuck—your—little—cockslut . . . Close—close—so close—don’t stop—fuck hard—don’t stop—don’tstop—”

I hook an arm around a thigh and reach into her frothy-wet slit. I rub her clit harder than I intend to, and her body erupts with a thunderous orgasm. Jenna screams at the top of her lungs, her body starts shaking uncontrollably, and her fucktunnel goes into spasms around my hard piston. I keep rubbing her clit and pounding her cunt, and she keeps cumming and cumming and cumming. After two orgasms of my own, I manage to keep from cumming along with her, but it isn’t easy.

When Jenna’s scream dies, her arms give out and her upper body collapses onto the bed. It takes me by surprise, and I fall forward on top of her. I catch myself on my arms to keep from landing on her with my full weight, then lower myself down a little. I end up resting on top of her, with most of my weight on my arms; she purrs and shimmies herself against me, and I kiss the back of her neck and shoulders.

It’s only when she tries to turn over that Jenna realizes I’m still at full staff in her pussy. “You’re still hard?” she gasps. “Fuck . . . after that?” She pauses for several seconds, then says delightedly, “Pull out and give me a few moments to recover—that means you can fuck me like that again!” Another pause as I slowly draw my sword from her sheath, and she continues, “I’m going to be so fucking sore tomorrow, I won’t be able to walk straight, and it’ll be so fucking worth it . . .”