If she assures you it's safe, sure

You mull it over in your head before asking her if she's absolutely sure it's safe. "Sure thin'" Stacey says as she overturns the nearby vicinity looking for a condom, before finding one under a crumpled up newspaper, "you ain't the first one to wander over here, an' they all left safe an' sound... Er well, most of them. 80% maybe." You're not exactly put at ease, but she's already stripping herself and greedily fingering her pussy, her fingers squelching as the wetness runs from her muff and down her thigh. The show and smell get you flushed with arousal. Fuck it, what's the worst that can happen?

It's hardly a second but your clothes are already off your body and on the floor. You rip the condom from its packet and wrap it around your cock, giving it a few strokes for good luck, the pleasure a touch more dull than usual. Your itching member stands proudly erect, a monument to your manhood, and it twitches, aches, as your tip kisses her labia gently, and your hands plant themselves on her shoulders, restraining her on the couch, her lustfull eyes suddenly soft and her breaths turning stiffled and quick. Her mouth opened slightly, her lip hanging ever so lightly. You're surprised at how quickly she seemed to have gone from brash and forward to gentle and yielding.

"Ah~... Please fuck me already, you don't know how badly I need thi'." She bites her lip as a red blush breaks through her gray skinned face. You can feel her hot breath against your face. But hearing her ask to be fucked makes you see an opportunity here, to tease her a bit. You softly bring your lips to her ear, and tell her that she'll have to beg for it. "...Fuck you..." she says between her teeth, but she loosens up and a moan escapes her when you brush your cock over her wet cunny, "...Oh god, fine. Please, I beg you, I need that cock! Please! I'm fuckin' burning up so bad! Fuck!" You can see lustfull pain painted on her face, "Please!" Perhaps you were a bit mean, but either way she was now begging for it, and you have no qualms with opposing her request now.

Your cock penetrates into her awaiting hole. You stand there hunched over her, your hips thrusting at a leisurely pace. Her plump body jiggles and tiny sweat beads start to roll down her dainty fat rolls. She rests comfortably, her claws grabbing onto the sofa upholstery, but she wants more than just easy-going fucking, and she falls to one side, your cock still inside. You get your knees onto the sofa, and lift one of her legs up to your shoulder, continuing all the while to pick up the pace, now pounding into her moist, quivering cunt. It's bliss. Her pussy is pure bliss. You lose track of the time; it might've been hours, but it was probably just minutes, and you feel your balls welling up and aching to release.

"Yeah, fuck me! Ah!~ Fuck me like the infected whore like I am! Ah!~ I'm only good for fucking! Yeah! _Ooh!~ _Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckme- Fuck! Me! Yeah, oh fuck yes! Oh-Oh-Oh-Oooooooh...!~"

You buck wildly, cumming buckets with each thrust. The air in the camper van has turned thick and hot, both of you panting like yapping dogs, her eyes glazing over as she passes out from the rigorous fucking. All you can do is slip out, her clenching cunt grabbing onto the condom and keeping it as your cock limps out; your body exhausted. You peel an orange and nibble on the revitelising pieces as Stacey snoozes quietly. It'd be rude to wake her up, so you decide to wait. She sure is knackered out though, you doubt she'd mind if you left her to rest.