Give as good as you get

If Jen thinks she's just going to bully you with her size she has another thing coming. You've been in your share of fights and you're not afraid of the Amazon even if she is a foot taller than you. She kisses you again, this time thrusting her tongue into your mouth. Her hand falls on the pale mounds of your breasts piled up and barely contained by your leather and satin bustier. Her tongue explores your mouth, her fingers hook into the cleavage of your bustier. She clearly intends to rip it open, but you're not going to be stripped so easily.

You grab her tight shorts and hook your fingers in the waist. She breaks the kiss in surprise. Before she can say anything you yank them down, sliding the tight shorts over her slender legs and revealing the pale flesh of her ass and the dark thatch of pubic hair.

"You little slut," she says and yanks on your bustier. The clasps snap open and your huge breasts spill out in an avalanche of warm titflesh. Your fat nipples are hard already, eager to be touched and sucked on by the giantess.

You wrestle with the larger woman, locking arms, grunting as you try to **** one another onto the floor. She falls first, but pulls you down atop her. She stinks of sweat. You tear at her shirt and your fingers graze the soft cleft of her pussy as you fumble with one another. She tears away your belt and the sash you wear as a skirt. Her hands smack your plump ass and you reveal her small breasts and smaller nipples. You bite one and she howls in anger and throws you onto your back.

You're a bit surprise when she grins and grips you by the throat. Not firm enough to **** you; just firm enough to pin you to the floor. Her fingers tease your eager cunt and you strain to feel them inside you. You moan with pleasure as they penetrate your juicy slit and gasp as she sucks one of your nipples. You grind against her fucking fingers, squirming beneath her, kissing her and feeling her muscular body. She makes you cum quickly and your arch your back up off the deck and cry out at the three big fingers slamming your slit. She tries to pull her creamy fingers out of your pussy and make you lick off the juice, but you have her, rolling her onto her back now and throwing her big legs up in the air.

The sweaty smell of her pussy fills your nostrils. You bury your tongue in the burning cauldron of her sex and let your lips work he swollen clit. Your nose is buried in her thick pubic hair. Jen lays her hands on your head and pulls you against her. You tongue her and finger her until it's her turn to scream your name and flood your mouth with her slippery slit sauce.

The orgasmic exchange lasts maybe twenty minutes, but it's only the beginning. After some kissing and caressing Jen bends you over one of the gunnery consoles and buries her face in the soft expanse of your ass. Her nose prods your pink rosebud while her tongue invades your slippery slit. You reach back and spread your shapely cheeks, giving her easy access to your crack and your tight little asshole. Her fingers replace her tongue in your juicy gash and her tongue seeks out your puckered hole. It feels amazing and she bathes your asshole and rims out your ass until you're begging her to tongue fuck you as you cum.

Hot tribbing follows, cunt to cunt, thrusting on the floor until your flexing, intertwined legs are nearly lifting you up off the deck. You cum against her and she against you, leaving a slippery mess between your legs that you gladly clean up with your tongue. She sits on your face and smothers you in her sex. With her muscular thighs either side of your head she rides you to a screaming orgasm.

After four hours you're both exhausted and filthy with sweat in a heap on the floor of the gunnery room.

"I hope I helped you work out your aggression," you gasp as you stare up at the ceiling.

"I may have a bit left," she says rising to her knees beside you. She lifts a leg and swings it over your face, her pink and almost raw cunt filling your view. "See if you can taste it in here."

You lean your head up and begin to dutifully tongue her clit. You grasp her muscular ass and pull her against your face. You only have a few seconds to enjoy her taste before the intercom chimes.

"Captain," says Sypharra. "We are approaching Omicron-69. Shall I begin docking procedures?"

"Ahhh," you let your head fall back on the deck. "Yes. Notify me when we've docked."

Sypharra says she will and disconnects.

"Now, where was I?" you return your tongue to Jen's honeyed hole and the Amazonian leans her creamy cunt against your mouth.

"Ohhhh," she moans, "you were...right...there..."

Three hours to Omicron-69, you think as your talented tongue works Jen's clit. Just enough time to finish up with Jen.